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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'
them in the dungeon always left his tummy rumbling

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

If you from my home
You'll probably catch me in the Wendy awesome
With some really awesome 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
probably catch us on the train
In the days, 20 deep, loud at the lanes
goes jealous [?]
And you

[Caleb
From the city with real gangsters where they head to the
Little kids on the selling crack for the pipe
While all the town rappers coming, tug on they ice
But ain't no other city better, I put on my life
This for my niggas on the grind, with a jab in they
For my nigga on the Side, hugging the block
Never been but I have no love for a cop
I had my hands on trying to be like my pops
So
You gon' say no nigga
Boy, Ben had the before a deal nigga, you see
I be chillin' with ill niggas
One call away, we'll make you disappear like Copperfield nigga
Hop, they go
Holding my
For that up land
Why I hope we out
Save Money, that's the
Know we do
Five finger discount, you know can't stand us like

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

As I laughed the of my master
Play it faster,
Chance the rap
my tuxes
Chooses my
is my passion (?)
Kami de Chukwu, modern day
Save monetary, my say roo-roo
Roost in the morn, through the yawns
I know eyes heavy but rest when you're gone
You say you save money, but say sunny
They saying they 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 got all them triggers, done all got bigger
If you come from my
Then let 'em know you it
Now you from the shot, the what you see, see, see

Mensa}
From my to your block
From Hyde Park to Old
From South Side to Oak Street to downtown to dope
It be the smoke
Bring to the murder
see you make 'em come true
They wanna come your dreams
They bangers on you
Now me, what you gonna do?
you fight or you run, you either win or you lose
Ain't too many when they popping
If I'm gone they run tell my son poppa was a problem
I know our kid's a killer like I'm rocking beside him
And the volley took my
the laws ain't never 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 the pot for you to piss with
Teachers thought we was punks, school we was the misfits
Used to serve in the days, after school I did the
That the shout-out to my boss who fired me on some bitch
And all the that said I'd never get shit
But you living proof,