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Phat Money
SPM
it down with that Phat Money Records
Dope Records
Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.
This one's Ghetto
What you know about

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These are the tales, the Tales
Dope and life is hell, trying to stay out of

I'm rolling South Park backstreets
A.C. all the O.G.'s know me
In that with the candy paint
For most of my niggas ain't got no car that's why
we so
We left a funeral to see my homie's cry
It hurt me when any of my homies die
All of a gun shots rang out
I guess these young G's plexin' bang clout
We pulled I said me out this bitch man?e of these niggas finna get they wig split man
Pulled out my strap you how the show goes
Somebody yelled out and yo come the Po-Po's
I told my niggax ?man I'll you later?t pocket full of weed plus they got me on paper
Bailed around the corner to at my homie
Next thing you know the f**king haters up on me
Damn, how much hating can a nigga take?
First chance I get a mother f**ker break
caught me, now I'm in the jail cell pacing
Damn, a
Eighteen months is what I'm

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Im pushing trying to have it
is flat
But at the time I'm leaving niggas on their back
Up in the neighborhood I'm trying to stack a cream

I'm paper chasing me and we trying to stack some
And everything is far as bad when it to drama
I'm trying to make a little cash for me, Jay, and
Ain't paying no bills but these got me f**ked up
I rather sit on streets see my ass locked up
And serving is an everyday life thing
And the cells chilling trying to have a nice day
And for this 420 Eastex thing
I got the skills to hit a from big mar man
And platinum shit we gonna on the block-a-dee
watch my tongue twist wrecking with my boy Trying to survive make a meal with these ghetto dreams
We playa made plus we from the of S.E.

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SPM baby sitting dope fiends at the end
Fighting over with my motherf**king best friend
Used to be and assed out
Now I buy that make my wife pass out
Bad was a path I chose
hoes
At I rose
I got cash and
the crack I sold to let you bastards know
Stacking dough sitting on and vogues
My ass gonna
I'm out of the slums
Park where you get your car washed for crumbs
But these is on a cookout
I used to get out
dollar pieces for my look out
Licensed baker
my profession
Never have my dope in my own
Niggas selling in my domain
I sneak up from the back and take you out no pain

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