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

Told him that he's seen better
The nightfall came, bet he dreamed of better
And the thoughts on his mind always seemed to
A scene of dismay, on the bitches play
Hard enough to never understand it's over
Sip that heavy liquor till you feelin' light all
Drop a couple tracks till them bitches barely you
And a bubble butt slaps trickin out for your
Pimp always let his cup over
Sims tearin up they hearts broken
Him, never a fuck about all of that
Money, fam, and music, man we hear to all of that
Save money baller
Off the top baller hats
on them smaller cats
Poison be in all the
Snitches, bitches who be all up at soul
At your money, at gold
At your dreams, at goals
A nigga never fold cause he had to 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 never fuck with English muffins
Cousin, momma thought her son be nothing
Turned a bunch of nothing to a lot of something
All he ever was momma's sweet loving
And a couple pies ready straight up out the oven
Got these buzzin'
Lovin' all the
Save money like I'm sauce for the five bucks
Throw fives up
Pay to my fam
money be the clan
Chicago be the
God
How you cap them thoughts off the top
Kept them up like an old pair of Reeboks
Shout my nigga Reese, made them buckle at they knee
One hit of to the face, make them knees pop
So please
do it
It's off of the top, often then not
I'm cops
In the studio strapped with my
And I be moving the same money clan on the fly
I die

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

[Caleb
From the city with real gangsters they head to the right
Little kids on the selling crack for the pipe
all the town rappers coming, gotta tug on they ice
But ain't no other city better, I put that on my
This for my niggas on the grind, with a jab in sock
For my nigga on the Side, hugging the block
been arrested but I have no love for a cop
I had my on keyboards trying to be like my pops
So
You say no real 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 David nigga
Hop, they go
my cannon
For that up land
Why I hope we out
Save Money, that's the
Know we do
Five discount, you know they can't stand us like

the Rapper]
Mama mia, ooh, I'm a
Burn up Ferrari, turn up this patina
Chance the Rapper, ooh, le Rappeur
I speak France, Jones my mater
All that matters, mistakes and
stakes 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, day guru
monetary, my mama say roo-roo
Roost in the morn, through the yawns
I know eyes heavy but rest when you're gone
You say you money, but say sunny nigga
They they need you, you stay here, you lift them

I'd, I'd probably if it wasn't for the Ave and the fellas
If you come my home
Where all lil niggas got all them triggers, all got bigger
If you from my home
Then let 'em know you it
Now you from the shot, the what you see, see, see

[Vic
From my block to your
From Park to Old Block
From South Side to Oak to downtown to dope spots
It be the smoke
Bring to the murder
They see you make 'em true
They come kill your dreams
They pulling on you
Now tell me, what you do?
Either you fight or you run, you win or you lose
Ain't too many options when popping
If I'm gone they run tell my son poppa was a problem
I know our kid's a like I'm rocking right beside him
And the took my nigga
Though the ain't never find him
I'm every 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 we was punks, after school we was the misfits
Used to serve in the days, school I did the dishes
That the shout-out to my boss who fired me on bitch shit
And all the teachers that said I'd get shit
But you proof, proof