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of movin' them bricks for my Balenci' kicks
My cousin got shot up by many men
Wish he was 50 Cent
We would still be gettin' rich or die tryin'
Flash out
Walk

The streams you do in a year boy I do in a week uh
I made the loop WAVmage on the drums
Copying our moves is what been saving you bums
The little spick that

Let's start this song and put a little bit of glimpse on
And tell em how I walk inside the crib with my timbs on
I came inside the game with nothing

and they back out
I'm the boy who cried wolf and the one to bring the pack down
I'm that nigga I can tell them shooters stand down
Them bitches broke my

a star
Rolling down laura koppe
Pray them jack boys don't spot me
Rolling by my ex house
So I knew she aint forgot me
'Cause my car so clean
Woofers

the bread I make I keep it all saved in the bank
Don't need no help I play this by myself ain't talking masturbate
Go head and introduce me, I ain't never met

that bitch to roll the wood
That bitch won't roll itself
Huh
Get this shit by any means
That what I told myself
Huh
Glock 22 with an infared beam
That

Ayy, O'Mero, you ain't in

Pick me up when I'm down, My cousin know that I been hurtin' since I was little
I kept quiet before this rap shit I done

Yeah, see this shit sound a little better on God
I knew I wasn't tweakin'
Yea
Ran up a fuckin' bag, I know how it feel to be rich now
Smokin' on some

them bands him vanish
I'm rapping with both eyes closed cause I'm damaged
What
Ain't shit to contemplate
My rich bitch be a thick bitch no cons this way

Little hoe says she love me, don't know what that means
But I got to get rich and that's by any means
Jayhkood on that block he was serving the fiends
When

When you drive by me
So I said fuck it
That's the end of discussion
Boys let's get to bussing
Where the hoes at
Where are my bros at
Speakeasy through

dime
Boys you losing, I'm locking and screwing I'm going in stupid, she let me know cupid
Rides in the morning so little my nigga I be eating a big bowl

back and do it how they use to
Shine on your own merit straight from the muscle
Not measured by your carats or how many rocks you hustle
You probably

hotline in case
I get in trouble later
Not looking for cute little divos
Or rich city guys i just want to enjoy (Uh)
By having a very good time
And behave

boy, them labels is getting fleeced
And when I drop this, promise u rappers will be deceased
Cause after every release, I shake the game up a little
Rap

score on them
They won't let me in a league
Because I got *boy* in the speed
Wax in the weed
On the road to get rich
And if you on probation dog
I got

and words, and I ain't promoting no violence

Drive way on the city paper  v12 just growlin'
You hating on me from your mama couch, little boy you childish

them

Fill them up with this and that, problem is that he's a shh
All this meaningless chitter chat keeps me pretty rich
Girlfriends think that I'm

Remember when

I do recall so very well
When I was just a little boy
I used to hurry home from school
I used to always feel so blue
Because there was
No

on her all day

No I don't mean that yes I mean that
What does he mean by mean pie meanwhile
We intervene somewhat somehow somewhere some
When all of our

childish
How can you do that to your boy? Man that's some sly shit
And I was kissing on his missus demon time bitch
And when I pulled up on him I was still

Talk little later
Fuck even better
Yeah muhfucka'
You ain't sentimental
I'm the shotgun now I don't sit the middle
Blonde nigga to a bitch I give

by red and the blue like a clipper
I hold up the gang and I look like a sixer, I keep me a K, but this ain't no kicker
I focus the field, I'm not