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'em
Beat 'em up, 'em
All up in that wagon where boys done chucked 'em
Chocolate, a nigga 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 seemed to display
A scene of dismay, on the bitches play
enough to never understand it's never over
Sip that heavy liquor till you light all over
Drop a couple till them bitches barely know you
And a bubble butt slaps trickin out for quota
always let his cup runneth over
Sims tearin up when hearts broken
Him, never gave a fuck all of that
Money, fam, and music, man we hear to all of that
Save money baller
Off the top them hats
Duckin on them cats
Poison be in all the
Snitches, bitches who be all up at your
At your money, at gold
At your dreams, at goals
A never fold cause he had to play his cards right
you would shine bright when you step in limelight
Words of to my homies who be hustlin'
It be butter for my never fuck with English muffins
Cousin, momma thought her son be nothing
Turned a of nothing to a whole lot of something
All he ever wanted was sweet loving
And a couple pies baked ready straight up out the
Got these fiends
Lovin' all the
money like I'm serving sauce for the five bucks
Throw them up
Pay to my fam
Save be the clan
Chicago be the
God
How you cap thoughts off the tree top
them fucked up like an old pair of Reeboks
Shout my nigga Reese, made them buckle at they knee
One hit of quitters to the face, them knees pop
So stop
do it
It's off of the top, more then not
I'm battling
In the studio strapped my Glock
And I be moving with the money clan on the fly
I die

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

[Caleb
From the city with real where they head to the right
Little kids on the selling crack for the pipe
While all the town rappers coming, gotta tug on ice
But no other city better, I put that on my life
This for my niggas on the grind, with a jab in they
For my nigga on the West Side, hugging the
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 bread before a nigga, you see
I be chillin' with ill niggas
One call away, we'll make you disappear like David Copperfield
Hop, go vanish
Holding my
For that up land
Why I we out jamming
Money, that's the family
Know we do
Five discount, you know they can't stand us like

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

As I the draft of my master
Play it faster,
Chance the rap
my tuxes
Chooses my
is my passion (?)
Kami de Chukwu, modern day
Save monetary, my mama say
in the morn, sing through the yawns
I know your eyes heavy but when you're gone
You say you save money, but say sunny
They saying they need you, you 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 my home
Then let 'em know you it
Now give you from the shot, the you see, see, see

[Vic
my block to your block
From Hyde Park to Old
From South Side to Oak Street to to dope spots
It be the Glock
Bring to the murder
They see you 'em come true
They come kill your dreams
pulling 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 before run tell my son poppa was a problem
I know our kid's a like I'm rocking right beside him
And the volley my nigga
Though the laws ain't never him
I'm down every day, if you don't risk it 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, school I did the dishes
That the shout-out to my boss who fired me on some bitch
And all the teachers that said I'd get shit
But you proof, proof