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Not trying work my life away
Mundane mind with a regular job
But I'm a still get mine when
There's crime to pay
I'm just trying to decide a way
Not

She say you make money I can tell just by the smell
They think Eli vegetarian my pockets full of kale
She said do you love me I said only time will

Told the bitch I ain't never been regular
You lucky to even just be on my schedule
Ima run up 100 or better
Dese niggas be talking but yeah its

better than that
Momma taught me hustle and how to get back like
Where was i again?
Oh Yeah, right before the moment i'm about to win
Praying for my

hundreds in my bed
This a regular day, counting money by the grand
Imma leave it to fate, let it lead me to the bands
Stop it
Know me and my brothers stay

News
I got you written by your boy MP
Who be eating siete mares while Im cruising seven seas
Then I hop on 10 speeds riding through the island breeze

a look at the past
Speed it up I'm cooking with gas
Heat it up my lesson been learned
I can Usher you I'm letting it burn
Bad bitch that I keep on the low

Tell my momma pack her bags
Plenty trips and birkin bags
I just want my people to be good
Tell my brother here's the keys
I'll pay the tickets if you

Mama love
For my momma
For my momma loveeee
Yo
Peace queen
Rolex on the east wing
Presidential suite
When you gonna be king
Life is like a beach

Ok stop
You get in my face I'll make you a disgrace
Dips on the regular just call him Frito Lays
Accomplishments we graduating with no crowd though

shadow work now my inner demons breaking loose
Started off a zero, asshole like Trae the Truth

Paid dues, the golden rule is to overdo it
I be smoking out

Yeah, we in Baltimore with it, Pimlico, Park Heights Ave, if you know, you know
Regular shit
Heated seats in, my old school, I ride different

by
Shape just right yeah she my type
Worth more than a dime she's a priceless prize

Lil momma so muy bonita sexy mommacita
Since the first time I seen

Ghetto Queen

Rich Boy

Bigger Than the Mayor

wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die

[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know

wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die

[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know

Ghetto Queen

Lloyd

Life Goes On

2007

wings baby come on let's fly
I'm down with my lady till the day that I die

[Verse 4: Trae]
Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know

with me that's what i'm about 
Face hella pretty booty soft just like my momma couch 
I know that i got one, i mean have you seen her 
Back to back we

heading down to Main
Like a pimp, hoes I got by the flock
In a CMC, and low key from cops
I'm on the grind, trying to stack my knots
I put about four G's,

sweet tea
Sonic speed fuck 12 fuck them cops
Tomb raider twin Glocks for them ops
Cock it back hurry up chop chop
Patek on my wrist bust down top notch

shit from-)
My bitch, she bad, she conceited
I cut niggas off if they hatin', they really be leeches (really be leeches)
Regular Glock, but it came

on me
Smile on face like PYT
I don't brag I don't boast
Countin' up my coins politely
Don't sleep on me
Movin' at rapid speed
Doing it casually
I won't be

check it off the list 
No regular moves in my circle yeah you see that ice drip 
Times going by quick yeah We always lit 


Lemme drop it tho nah I ain’t

yourself and come into my damn mind
Speed it up we going fast just hang tight

If you my shawty Im holding you tight
Cus you ain't the regular
Been in

It's just my life man
You live & you learn
Don't ever judge a book by its cover man
June 5th Tuesday 1998
It seems like a regular day but everything