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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 of better ways
And the thoughts on his mind seemed to display
A of dismay, on the screen bitches play
Hard enough to understand it's never over
Sip that heavy liquor you feelin' light all over
Drop a couple tracks till them barely know you
And a bubble butt slaps out for your quota
Pimp always let his cup over
Sims tearin up when they broken
Him, never a fuck about all of that
Money, fam, and music, man we hear to save all of
money baller raps
Off the top them hats
Duckin on them cats
be in all the raps
Snitches, who be all up at your soul
At your money, at your
At dreams, at your goals
A nigga fold cause he had to play his cards right
Surely you would shine when you step in limelight
Words of advice to my who be hustlin'
It be butter for my never fuck with English muffins
Cousin, thought her son would be nothing
Turned a bunch of nothing to a whole lot of
All he wanted was momma's sweet loving
And a couple pies baked straight up out the oven
Got fiends buzzin'
Lovin' all the
Save money like I'm serving for the five bucks
them fives up
Pay to my fam
money be the clan
Chicago be the
God
How you cap them off the tree top
Kept them fucked up like an old of Reeboks
Shout my nigga Reese, made them buckle at they socks
One hit of quitters to the face, make knees pop
So stop
do it
It's off of the top, more often not
I'm battling
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 catch me in the Wendy awesome suites
With really awesome sleep we be winning
If you from my home
You the ops on the rise, when we see 'em we say "fuck 'em, Save Money still alive"
If you from my home
You'll catch us on the train
In the days, 20 deep, blowin' at the lanes
Cops jealous [?]
And you

James]
From the city with real where they head to the right
Little kids on the corner crack for the pipe
While all the town coming, gotta tug on they ice
But ain't no other better, I put that on my life
This for my niggas on the grind, with a jab in they
For my nigga on the Side, hugging the block
been arrested but I have no love for a cop
I had my hands on 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 like David Copperfield nigga
Hop, they go
my cannon
For niggas up land
Why I we out jamming
Save Money, the family
we do damage
Five finger discount, you know they 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 stakes and come ups, and chatter IGH!

As I laughed the draft of my
it faster, faster
Chance the rap
my tuxes
Chooses my
Drugs is my (?)
de Chukwu, modern day guru
Save monetary, my mama say
Roost in the morn, through the yawns
I know your eyes heavy but rest you're gone
You say you save money, but say nigga
They saying 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 from my
Where all lil niggas got all them triggers, done all got
If you from my home
let 'em know you 'bout it
Now give you from the shot, the you see, see, see

Mensa}
From my block to block
From Hyde Park to Old
From South Side to Oak Street to downtown to dope
It be the smoke
Bring to the murder
They see you make 'em true
wanna come kill your dreams
They pulling on you
Now me, what you gonna do?
Either you fight or you run, you win or you lose
too many options when they popping
If I'm gone before run tell my son poppa was a problem
I know our kid's a killer like I'm right beside him
And the volley my nigga
Though the ain't never find 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, after 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 never get
But you living proof,