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We run
We run the streets, the and the club
All of the

Yes, yes
All the
Oh, oh, oh
All the
Oh, oh, oh

Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is
Curbside by Atlanta, I got a mill' out
Billionaires Boys Club, can't chill in
bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin' beer

The boy only pour on that ace of
Forbes Magazine homes, to grace the page
I 7 digits clean, soon as I grace the stage
I done caught up with the paper, y'all change

Man, I'm runnin' up Broad in and out of lanes
With the top down screamin' out, you niggaz the sayin'
C'mon, you niggaz know my
It's the bully the bucks, ain't a damn thing changed

I'm hood, I'm
Still in the middle of the beat
I'm a mack, I'm a
I'm a pimp, I does all the

On the low I'm in the whip
And in the spot I'm with the chick
Up in the got these niggaz pissed
We got bottles and a of twist

All the
We buy out the bar
And all night on cigars
We get so love and all of the above

Yeah, Mr. the case is back
Got acquitted, fitted in that gangster hat
Now I'm back, with it with this gangster rap
Let's get it, my gangsters at? Make noise

And I never been no fraud
No, nah not in my rapport
Never on my boys for no whore
I ain't never been no bitch, nor never on my dick
Y'all still dyin' for these whores

I ain't been no snitch, never been no rat
Never a nigga in his back
I always put the drama to his
I never pull my strap and ain't clap
Got my case, did my now I'm back

I'm hood, I'm
Still standin' in the middle of the
I'm a mack, I'm a
I'm a pimp, I does all the

On the low I'm in the whip
And in the spot I'm with the baddest
Up in the club got these niggaz
We got and a pound of twist

All the
We buy out the bar
And all night on cigars
We get so much love and all of the

Up in the club still the Cris'
Still it up whenever I talk shit
Man, I'm worth about a billion but I'm still rich
Still hoppin' out the whip a hot-ass chick

Still the chain, they still knowin' my name
It's Kels, that's right, bitch, I'm still in the
Still walk the hood like I'm holdin' that thang
Still limp through the club like I'm holdin' that

It's two for a rock star, middle for a bitch
in by self and leave out wit'cha chick
Beanie Sigel got my if we run into a snitch
And Kels got his back if he need a hit

From the tour to the
We keep to the top
From the to the parkin' lot
We 'bout to show the haters we got, so let's go

Sigel was the name that gave me
me to reintroduce myself

It's the Broad Bully, I'm number one
oh, said freeze when I had the gun
But I don't stop for the law, pushed the pedal to the
Rock star nigga, metal on the drawer

Because my life is how I mic this, wan' see my license
Run my social, check my gov', my glove
Keep they hand on toast when they approach this thug
'Cause I'm a hoodlum, a monster, bad boy, a good
Gangster and a thug, yes, I'm all the

I'm hood, I'm
Still standin' in the of the beat
I'm a mack, I'm a
I'm a pimp, I does all the

On the low I'm in the whip
And in the spot I'm with the chick
Up in the got these niggaz pissed
We got bottles and a pound of

All the
We buy out the bar
And all puff on cigars
We get so much and all of the above