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like that mother fucker (just like that) 

 And we’re all high again, take another hit just to get by again. And even with a beat this hard I can still

on me I'm feeling nauseous (yeah yeah)
I'm feeling nauseous (yeah yeah) I'm feeling nauseous (yeah yeah)
Drugs drugs drugs it's all I mother fucking love

love & peace for all the hustlers in the streets.
Before i go to bed i get down on my knees praying for a long life, goals I'm tryna reach.
It's only

a youngin gettin paid
Ever since that bitch hit me I been waitin for the day
Don't know what I'll really do I know I'll need a rake
Bring the cash by the boat

Mother Theresa's
I know that they bothered by it
But shit, I sense adoration
Tell me time I was on that fuck shit with a new attitude
Swear I love the new

soul for a steal, best hope the Lord is buyin' / Little shorties is dying, leavin they mothers mourning, crying / meeting with the coroner, seeing you

Count the cash
I'm in My mother fucking bag
Baby you know
How how this shit go
I pick you up
I drop you off
And it's all on the low
How we stay on the low

lemme rub ya feet, so discrete, with mystique, I'm on your calendar for weeks!
Certain privileges were missed by the color of my skin
But my mind and my

I knew when i met you we would prolly end up dating (aww)
We was on a roll but, then you end up skating (ghost)
Used to love the weight but, now you

the burb you heard me
Barter cash and get supplied
I cut off their supplies
Cause this a drug movement
Crack music muh'fucker this is thug music
I hustle

Within the Walls of Chaos

Exodus

Impact Is Imminent

Murder, drugs, cash, and greed
It touches everyone and everything
Within the walls there's no escaping
The disease
Sidewalks turn to pharmacies

Can I Have a Napkin?

Brotha Lynch Hung

Mannibalector

2013

Niggas wanna eat but I eat ask em
Nigga you wanna certified dope record cash em
Thats why I'm STRANGE on that ass I gotta passion
Only reason I spit

Reveal your jealous aim
Some things'll never change
Best twang your family together mayne
Them people cellophane
Allowin their mother name i'm invincible

mind (that's right)
All me wan' you by mi side
That's why my ah hunt fi di cash all night
New plug fi di streets so me get di money
How tings ah go

Mother Nature
She know what I’m contemplating
When she wanna take control
What she touch turn straight to gold
She speak to enlighten us
She invented

Don't fall for a treesh 
Don't get caught lacking
No love in the street 
(No lacking no lacking)
Blow me
Sheesh 
(Blow me) 
Cold heart
Freeze 

I stay

own demise 
Live by the gun and you get done up
What up for my homies on my sideline
Patient for the plays we make 
And mother fuck the guide line
Make

Everybody looking for a problem
I just keep on looking for the answers
Everybody begging for the bread like
Damn, mind ya mother fucking manners

My mother did rehab but she still 'sippin 
We in love with giving up and that's our real addiction 
Can you tell that I speak to the soul 
Take a look

lane, drive by it’s nothing to see
I speak with love and now these women wantin' something from me
But if you don’t got it in yourself you gettin' nothing

on that hate shit
Watch who you be around these niggas they’ll change quick
These bitches ain’t safe
These hoes all over the place
They'll have you in love

Heart Cold,Winter
I’m Icey,Shiver
My stacks,bigger
Haters,Bitter
Track Star,Sprinter
Big Dub,Winner
Cash Flow,River
No Love,Killer

make the money fly, kinda simple
No sides when my mother made a bento
It’s why I’m greedy, had to let you know I’m sinful
Like Ban, ichiban, that means

Im a rich nigga
Slick talker that think bigger
I’m a big cash getting nigga big spender
Shawty walking around trying to get me to spend with her
I