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We run
We run the streets, the radio and the
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 in here
Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin'

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

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

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 fastest
And in the spot I'm with the baddest
Up in the got these niggaz pissed
We got and a pound of twist

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

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

And I ain't never no fraud
No, nah that's not in my
fronted on my boys for no whore
I ain't never been no bitch, nor never on my dick
Y'all niggaz dyin' for these whores

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

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 I'm with the baddest chick
Up in the got these niggaz pissed
We got and a pound of twist

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

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

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

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

the tour to the block
We risin' to the top
From the to the parkin' lot
We 'bout to show the what we got, so let's go

Sigel was the name that gave me
Allow me to myself

the Broad Street Bully, I'm number one
Five oh, said when I had the gun
But I don't stop for the law, the pedal to the floor
Rock star nigga, heavy on the drawer

Because my life is how I mic this, police wan' see my
Run my social, my gov', search my glove
Keep they hand on they toast they approach this thug
I'm a hoodlum, a monster, bad boy, a good fella
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 fastest
And in the spot I'm with the baddest
Up in the club got these niggaz
We got bottles and a of twist

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