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Big Flock
BSM

and dice games
We was money till the Feds came
Big Daddy Kane on my clothes and you still smell raw cocaine
Would my family have survived cocaine?
We thank God that blow came
Walkinâ through the rain a coat
Livinâ with a... prove, that we all make it out to get...
Leonardo how I paint these
My so relentless, vicious
Eat food, do your dishes
Now all familyâs left with is memories and pictures
niggas, fuck bitches
Fuck niggas, fuck
Get money, money
I they act wrong, even act funny
I got thatâll die, killers thatâll clap for me

I know youâre mad when I get
I know you it, itâs all good
We out here gettinâ all paper
I you mad, you wish you could
Get money, get money, get

donât get it confused, this is rap money
Mixed with a street money
Iâm talkinâ âbout them long drives, donât sleep
Bitches walking on the blade, that deep money
I was told talk, just look
Family on the streets, I was by the crooks
street, never raised by the book
Street educated, I can tell you shook, rapper
Every good girl love a nigga
Real recognize real, you ainât a real
Iâm takinâ over companies, signing
If you wanna build, make a mil, never a meal
Keep your lips sealed
Fuck niggas, Hillfigure
You take care your family, keep it I fuck with ya
Boy, thereâs to this shit
I set fire to that ass like the Devil in this
Squad!