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Look, I’m warm-ups, shorts, jeans, and boots
And the only thing I rap about is beats and rhymes
We think deep by design, you should read my mind
‘Cuz

Take note to ma diatribe 
50 said get rich or ima die tryin
Now that's some words i abide by
It's automatic, i aint een gotta try
Now er'body cant be

it's coming, well
I don't know when that'll be
This game is all disgruntled muffled with unguided youngsters
Signed by crooked labels that can't even

Day, yo she cold did some other
Shit, made a brotha flip when I discover
On the Fifth Day, I heard she switched gay
Pulled out my switch blade, ich bitch

I lost niggas called my brotha
They not locked up they not under
They just turnt into some others
Fuck with ops I had discovered
Tried to lay me in

why I'll
Never be
Where I wanna be
See
There's a game you gotta play
If you want the famous life
Abide by the rules
Do that
Get all the jewels
Speak out

dog food
Feeling boxed in by squares but I'm obtuse
Being pulled over and thrown over the hood over countless times
I'm surprised I haven't lost my mind

game addict
I can't stop my top shelf habits
I've been rapping in the attic
Cause my basements full of passion
And I need some space, my work invades

enough, shit
(But she's married, sir)
Just gotta get pushy
(That's your daughter)
Well, grab her by the pussy
That's assault, brotha!
Don't tell me

Jesus
Can't take no more loss
So let me remind them
Now who got the sauce

Two by two
Four by four
Six by six
I'm drippin' in sauce

Counting my blessings

bitches shush
Passing em by like whoosh
I'm the real champ and you king of the fake
So quiet bitch or your life I will take
Get all these bitches to shush

Tick tock on the clock ain't got time for these niggas
Hours minutes seconds aint no time for these bitches
Brotha comin up only bothered by

Chief's O-Dog and I'm Caine
My young niggas they sniff cane
Them fuck niggas they so lame
Still on the bitch and I'm in the game
In my side that I be

Meance II Society

Philthy Rich

N.E.R.N.L., Vol. 2

Chief's O-Dog and I'm Caine
My young niggas they sniff cane
Them fuck niggas they so lame
Still on the bitch and I'm in the game
In my side that

money
Found a way to get rich and then I stuck to to it
I tried to put my brother on game but they was too stupid
Used to be Cee Huncho do you got

leave the darkness mortified
I don't recommend you stare
You take it lightly 'til you're blinded by my solar flare
Have your vision looking whiter than

And you leavin him cuz you know I got next
You know a nigga never ever made by playing it close to the vest
I am so unimpressed 
And I'm maybe distressed

the love and the culture
Fuck the bullshit
Hit up my brotha Jesse at the studio
Plottin' on getaways back to Island
Sippin slow on some brew on the beach foo

and life ain't even worth to live
See ya gotta watch out for all us killa kids
Belive me, I be a youngsta tryin to spit the game
But it's a damn shame, all

was looking out over my grass then I seen a snake
It was hissin' at me so I grabbed them weed cutters
I learned da' game I'm tryna pass it to my lil

and came out balling like he got game

And I ain't scared of a nigga or what the fuck he claim
My niggas on go and they nice wit that fuckin aim
If theirs

applause
I ball for my family so we can economically be free
And I think I got more game than E3
Brotha we are not the same I am ET
And I
Identify
With

from my iris 
Never see me with iced wrists, I know the time is 
It's "I" to the fucking "J", accompanied by yo bitch
See I been about the coin I'm Penny

13 reasons why to chillin on the throne
Man's running the game like the Lakers in a zone

Like LBJ - Getting Rings - 2 & 3
Squading up with kings