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

Told him he's seen better days
The nightfall came, bet he of better ways
And the thoughts on his always seemed to display
A of dismay, on the screen bitches play
Hard enough to never understand it's over
Sip that heavy liquor till you feelin' light all
Drop a tracks till them bitches barely know you
And a butt slaps trickin out for your quota
Pimp always let his cup over
tearin up when they hearts broken
Him, gave a fuck about all of that
Money, fam, and music, man we to save all of that
Save money baller
Off the top them baller
on them smaller cats
Poison be in all the
Snitches, who be all up at your soul
At money, at your gold
At dreams, at your goals
A nigga never fold cause he had to his cards right
you would shine bright when you step in limelight
Words of advice to my homies who be
It be butter for my brothers fuck with English muffins
Cousin, momma her son would be nothing
Turned a bunch of nothing to a lot of something
All he ever wanted was sweet loving
And a couple pies baked ready straight up out the
Got these buzzin'
Lovin' all the
Save money like I'm serving sauce for the bucks
Throw fives up
Pay to my fam
Save money be the
be the land
God
How you cap them thoughts off the top
them fucked up like an old pair of Reeboks
Shout my nigga Reese, made them at they knee socks
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 my Glock
And I be moving the same money clan on the fly
I die

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

James]
From the city with real gangsters where they head to the
kids on the corner selling crack for the pipe
While all the 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 on the West Side, hugging the block
Never been arrested but I have no for a cop
I had my hands on keyboards trying to be my pops
So
You gon' say no nigga
Boy, Ben had the bread before a nigga, you see
I be with them ill niggas
One call away, we'll make you like David Copperfield nigga
Hop, go vanish
Holding my
For that up land
Why I we out jamming
Money, that's the family
Know we do
Five finger discount, you know can't stand us like

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

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

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

Mensa}
From my block to your
From Hyde Park to Old
From South Side to Oak Street to downtown to spots
It be the Glock
to the murder scene
They see you make 'em come
They wanna kill your dreams
They bangers on you
Now me, what you gonna do?
Either you fight or you run, you either win or you
Ain't too many options when popping
If I'm gone before they run tell my son poppa was a
I know our kid's a like I'm rocking right beside him
And the volley took my
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 the road, the bigger 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 who fired me on some bitch shit
And all the teachers said I'd never get shit
But you proof, proof