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'em
Beat 'em up, 'em
All up in that wagon where them done chucked 'em
Chocolate, a nigga wheels just for puffin'
Locked them in the dungeon left his tummy rumbling

Told him that he's seen days
The nightfall came, bet he of better ways
And the thoughts on his mind always seemed to
A scene of dismay, on the screen play
Hard enough to understand it's never over
Sip that liquor till you feelin' light all over
a couple tracks till them bitches barely know you
And a bubble butt slaps trickin out for your
always let his cup runneth over
Sims tearin up they hearts broken
Him, never gave a fuck about all of
Money, fam, and music, man we hear to save all of
Save baller raps
Off the top them baller
Duckin on them smaller
Poison be in all the
Snitches, bitches who be all up at soul
At money, at your gold
At your dreams, at goals
A nigga never cause he had to play his cards right
Surely you would shine bright when you in limelight
Words of advice to my homies who be
It be butter for my brothers never fuck English muffins
Cousin, thought her son would be nothing
a bunch of nothing to a whole lot of something
All he ever was momma's sweet loving
And a couple pies baked ready straight up out the
Got fiends buzzin'
Lovin' all the
Save like I'm serving sauce for the five bucks
Throw fives up
Pay to my fam
money be the clan
Chicago be the
God
How you cap thoughts off the tree top
Kept fucked up like an old pair of Reeboks
Shout my nigga Reese, made buckle at they knee socks
One hit of quitters to the face, make knees pop
So please
do it
It's off of the top, more then not
I'm cops
In the studio strapped my Glock
And I be moving with the money clan on the fly
I die

If you come from my
You'll probably catch me in the Wendy suites
With some really sleep we be winning
If you come my home
You know the ops on the rise, we see 'em we say "fuck 'em, Save Money still alive"
If you from my home
You'll probably catch us on the
In the days, 20 deep, loud at the lanes
Cops goes [?]
And you

James]
From the city with real gangsters where they to the right
Little kids on the corner selling crack for the
While all the town coming, gotta tug on they ice
But ain't no other city better, I put that on my
for my niggas on the grind, with a jab in they sock
For my on the West Side, hugging the block
Never arrested but I have no love for a cop
I had my hands on keyboards to be like my pops
So
You gon' say no real
Boy, Ben had the bread before a nigga, you see
I be chillin' them ill niggas
One call away, we'll make you disappear like David nigga
Hop, they go
my cannon
For niggas up land
Why I hope we out
Save Money, the family
Know we do
Five finger discount, you know they can't us like

[Chance the
Mama mia, ooh, I'm a
Burn up Ferrari, turn up this patina
Chance the Rapper, ooh, Chance le
I speak France, Jones my alma
All that matters, mistakes and
Slick stakes and ups, mixtapes and chatter IGH!

As I laughed the draft of my
Play it faster,
Chance the rap
my tuxes
Chooses my
is my passion (?)
Kami de Chukwu, day guru
monetary, my mama say roo-roo
Roost in the morn, through the yawns
I your eyes heavy but rest when you're gone
You say you money, but say sunny nigga
They saying need you, you stay here, you lift them

I'd, I'd probably Cobain if it for the Ave and the fellas
If you come my home
Where all lil niggas got all triggers, done all got bigger
If you come from my
Then let 'em know you it
Now give you the shot, the what you see, see, see

Mensa}
From my block to block
Hyde Park to Old Block
From South to Oak Street to downtown to dope spots
It be the Glock
Bring to the murder
see you make 'em come true
They come kill your dreams
They pulling on you
Now tell me, you gonna do?
you fight or you run, you either win or you lose
Ain't too many options when popping
If I'm gone before they run tell my son was a problem
I our kid's a killer like I'm rocking right beside him
And the volley took my
Though the laws ain't find him
I'm down day, if you don't risk it then you never finna get shit
I learned the bigger the road, the bigger the pot for you to with
Teachers thought we was punks, school we was the misfits
to serve in the days, after school I did the dishes
That the shout-out to my boss who fired me on some bitch
And all the teachers that I'd never get shit
But you proof, proof