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Yoo (Ay man)
This life a trip
It's our journey, it's our story yo (Naw strait up)
Pardon me if I get emotional (Naw you good mane, no cap)
But

bang my line then man I'm outside
Baby are you by my side
I got my front, I got your back, I don't know who really got my back
Love you to the moon

Dats one hundred no lie
Don't mix us with those guys
No relation, no ties
He not tough he know why
Car sound like it got no engine
Push the start then

With babes raves and ecstasy
Would mix the ecstasy
With liquid drips of LSD
Or psilocybin
My lungs filled with nitrous
Hits my chest I breathe
In
There's

Money made me the man I'm today, your position is shaky
You know I'm not moving
We did what we loved, put the game on some skates
I got the green light,

and LV, i mix it with my Ricks
Why the fuck you stealing songs, could've asked me for a feature
Fuck that, do it by myself coz ion need ya
You ain't in

of the family get the money been the game plan
I said that shit when I was lil still the same man
See once they bite the hand that feed em gotta change hands
Cut

BADA BADA
YOU KNOW THE VIBES
Drink good Chop life
Ain't nobody worried on this side
We be getting money by design
On the inside , No disguise
You

Make a way for the sneeze
Young ass nigga but they say I'm OG
But I keep it lowkey, I ain't all up in the mix you niggas
Sweet ain't this so I pay for no

bitch niggas just be talking to talk
That's the difference between us
I'm the talk of New York!
 
Fuck bitches get money I understand well
Pockets was out

on the politics or lunatics
Or say that's just life and this our lemonade mix 
It's easy to say, nah dog that's them and don't involve me
But if not us, who makes

Life's a Bitch

Everlast

Black and White [Clean]

2000

can't mix your burn, while you wait your turn
I get respect in this hear, and that's hard to earn
I don't do it for the paper, I got money to burn
My

then here you go, fill this application
Now you gotta give us time as we review the information
I been gettin' money up, I'm not affected by inflation
I

Terrance Howard I stay pimping
Pragmatic so I stay simping
Messy boy but I stay dripping
Blow some money just to kill my liver
Smoking stimmy pack by

never left your block
Cause if it's one thing I know, Man I know that we know not of tomorrow
Blood on the leaves, How my sorrows look like sorrel
Mix it

deep you hard as fucc
But by yo self
You soft as feather
But you know how we get down
Step on dat Nigga like some coke
Infatuated wit dat money
Watching

do it wit ease baby no pressure

Uh n I'm poppin uh
Remember days we was robbin' uh
And I'm on my shit year man ain't no one stopping us

Pop 2 bars

hair on my face
Never miss, I'm always in the mix, I move like cake
They love to spectate and watch while I do my thing, mofucka
Tryna drop every Friday

the blicky

Yea
You know whats up

troyjam remix needs a fix you produced it like your six you know jaiden is shitting bricks yeah we got this fire mix
Yeah

ends
now we fucking like it’s nothing 
no offence 
she wearing all of my clothes 
smell like a mix of my colognes
she never alone
after midnight her back

I'm killing it

They surprised by the come up they jealous
Wanna be my friend cause they see I'm up now
But I can forget what they used to tell us

Break it down to the town
(bring it down to the town)

Got me sittin' at the table
Got the fan on us, hot
Sittin' by the stove turnin' grams into rocks

weed
Now I jump in the beemer like Jimmy Schnook
I'm a crook, never play by the book
You can tell by my look
Damn it's been a short time comin'
But you

11s
Keisha got a twin man 
Huey was a legend Keisha had a baby baby father flew to heaven 
Best momma ever had me focused every second 
Just left Macy's