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a youngin on the rise ain neva stoppin 
Where were you when a nigga had empty pockets

They shot my lil brother with 3, only homie hit my line was my nigga CG

a hall sweep
Hit a lick and the money we all keep
Me and slime in a sprinter we six deep
Nigga play then his body get six feet
Three of us run ‘em down

the lingo
I love Pitbull no despacito
Get it in deep like a Curry 3 tho
Shooters shoot you airball the free throw
I'm playing the key notes, she wet

get repo’d
All snitches get stitches - that’s the G code
I’m going beast mode, eating up your 3-4
43 or deep zone, quarter key or Preist Holmes
I run it

Heyyy
Hey Daddy
Damn
It's Kamari
Love You
3 Snap's
Hey Daddy (Where It's At)
It's Kaylee (Ah Damn Got Damn)
I Love Youuuuu
I Love All My…
(They Don't

brother with 3, only homie hit my line was my nigga CG
Ain’t really got the time since I got the Phillipe 
If I let you the J, you like a cousin to me

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connect like four
So peep my energy
I school you to what’s hip
Give you proof down to the elements
The Cosmos and The Deep
How to split a pie the trick

I told her step into my world
And see what Money can do
Pretty face
Big old wagon
And she's dragging it too
House clean
Pussy good
Got me bragging

a death sentence
Met a good woman. She knew how to get with it
Put a ring on it. Got honest. Yeah we leapt in it
'till the bitch took all of my money

gotta make that shit weekly
Uh
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Aye
Aye
Aye
Damn
Yeah
Made a lil' money (Money)
Now the bitch want me (Want me)
Swallow my kids

pussy fat put my tongue in it
Found me a trap with some money and drugs in it
Jumped in that bitch like some water I plunged in it
Take a deep breath like

conquer
Fr3 me Nana Mufasa me ne me killy Gona
Never been a better me wearing my grace
How many real? How many fake? How many go stay? (How many)
Me killa

for a 
Breath to pray (Inhale, exhale)

Willing to drown as long as 
It was a pile of money
Hustled days upon days 
Three jobs and an extra 40k still

hanging by threads
Always had somethin' that would play in my head
It was this rap shit
Fuck, I love this rap shit
So I started studying the masters

only ascending to the highest level no need for this money shovel 
But my mind in the heavens yet we walk on rubble 
I stumble out the the VIP my crew

you can't fill my mind with lies
Leave me traumatized the real ones round me by my headstone 

Ion really give a fuck if i was well known
Eyes low like

corona
Roll on my own like a stoner
Surrounded by real ones so I ain't ever been a loner
I have stay focused on my drive like Ford
Time is money so wasting

me (Aye)
I'm happier there, don't bother me, bother me
Locked up inside of my mind like asylums
Fucked up my pride 'til I cried at the Bible
Bein'

That money changed the ones around, somethin' that I discovered
The same ones who not around, I used to call my brothers
Dawg, how you run

inspired with the spiral loose leaf
Mind like a pryo
I'm so Dhalsimand Guile though gals what guides me to do me
I do me I'm playing myself in this movie

cocaine)
Scales in the basement by the choppa (Pure white cocaine)
Sellin' powder white as my Balenciaga's (Pure white cocaine)
No hoop dreams, I just want

me money
It feel like home again
I look my wrist I got a big ben
Man This lifestyle costly
Cross a man like crosby
Aint talkin bout ps than you lost me

a dream)
Verse
She’s on my mind when I wake up she’s the reason I can’t stay up
I go to sleep just to see her
Hugs and kisses when I greet her she’s not

only came in my times of weakness

This will always stay in Between us

You can tell by my calm demeanor

Sometimes I wanna get lost in the Music