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f**k it I'm back,
Mr F.E.N.G

Take me back, when I was,
dreaming about the SRT.
Dreaming about a crib,
by the N.R.E
Who you fucking with,
I got my

Broke

Lecrae

All Things Work Together

2017

sit right
Do it for my folk, tryna get by
I came through the struggle with my head high
You being broke think you know what it feel like
I said

space
But sometimes I need help
Shit real
Y'all don't understand how I feel
I need more of everything
In between broke and filthy rich
On seminary wishing

Richie Rich
Double R my driveway, just like Richie Rich
Helicopter with my name, yeah just like Richie Rich
Tell me how you feeling shit,
feel like Richie

cround Go Dumb 
Let Me See It, Girl You Thick cs F**k 
Five Percent My Shades 
I Don't See No One Rich cs Us 
Catch Me In The Club In The Section Throwing

and bounce back bitch
YEA
It's real simple nigga
It's just seein to be what's in you nigga
If you a hustla, you gonna get dough
And that's how it goes.

Them

don't got to
Soon I'll win, gettin rich like it's law school
What it is, what it was, what I want to
Do it big ain't enough til it haunts you

And I'm

Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity

ARTHUR:  Well, I AM king...
DENNIS:  Oh king, eh, very nice.  An' how'd you get that, eh?  By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated

the corner
How we drowned that
Fully automatic turn a nigga
To some loud pack
I'm from the Sem where it's
Mainey and it's wild at

Each state, get paper
If you

6th shot by now
I've had a 6th sense for a while
I'm finally hip to all your bulls**t
Ain't no more excuses
No more askin' how could you do this
Cuz you

with sh**
Don’t want none of that sh**
You can keep it lil b***h
Imma keep getting rich
Imma run it up
Everybody they hate when you coming up
Just like

sight
Bitch I’m a baller I’ll get you a flight
Can’t catch these feelings
They stay outta sight
Bitch I’m a baller
Young rich Niño in the City
Young rich

follow
Gotta follow ta know how to lead 
Balling out going hard 
Aint no b*****s out my league 
Bloody shoes on 
I feel like I'm Cardi b
B***h on the side

of beer
And plus the Belvedere
But somehow all of my thoughts feel clear
Who the hell would let me steer
If you’re in my way please steer clear
My

motherf**king lung
KK
I'm smoking blunts, I'm smoking blunts, I'm burning
Kush, Kush, loud
She down to f**k, I can tell by how she looks
Her legs open about

people off
I feel they coming out for blood
It's not my fault he's trying to f**k
You heard that right
I always know like what is up
I'm standing in

I'm seeing progress
Numbers going up
And I dropped two tapes how the f**k y'all ain't drop yet
Bitch y'all need to stop this
You know the kid going

asleep
These designer jeans cost a couple G's
I don't know how to say the name right
But the tag on 'em say Japanese
What I pour in a twenty-ounce you

til you giving it to them
I be talking to myself it sound better in my head
I'm like how the f**k you make it to the end of this life being loyal

be rich at 25 girl I know
Girl I know that you want me i know how you feel
I know that you need it girl i know the deal
You know I’m busy working i

and say some stupid s**t like can you sign this
Stop me for a pic how about you get off your ass and get rich
It's my bad if I'm pissed, I didn't mean

I be on some get rich shit
Rich nigga shit, rich nigga shit, rich nigga shit
Cuz I be going hard at life
Feel like I live a hunnid lives
I be on some

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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