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

Told him that he's seen better
The nightfall came, bet he of better ways
And the thoughts on his mind always to display
A scene of dismay, on the screen bitches
Hard to never understand it's never over
Sip that liquor till you feelin' light all over
Drop a couple till them bitches barely know you
And a butt slaps trickin out for your quota
Pimp let his cup runneth 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
Save money 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 your dreams, at your
A nigga never fold cause he had to play his right
Surely you would shine bright you step in limelight
Words of advice to my who be hustlin'
It be butter for my brothers fuck with English muffins
Cousin, thought her son would be nothing
a bunch of nothing to a whole lot of something
All he wanted was momma's sweet loving
And a couple baked ready straight up out the oven
Got these fiends
all the brothers
Save money like I'm serving sauce for the five
them fives up
Pay to my fam
Save be the clan
be the land
God
How you cap thoughts off the tree top
Kept 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, make them pop
So please
do it
It's off of the top, more then 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 some really awesome sleep we be
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 jealous [?]
And you

James]
From the with real gangsters where they head to the right
Little kids on the selling crack for the pipe
While all the rappers coming, gotta 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
been arrested but I have no love for a cop
I had my hands on keyboards to be like my pops
So
You gon' say no nigga
Boy, Ben had the bread before a nigga, you see
I be chillin' them ill niggas
One away, we'll make you disappear like David Copperfield nigga
Hop, go vanish
my cannon
For niggas that up
Why I hope we out
Save Money, the family
we do damage
Five finger discount, you know they can't stand us

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

As I laughed the of my master
it faster, faster
Chance the rap
Faxing my
my classes
Drugs is my (?)
Kami de Chukwu, modern day
Save monetary, my say roo-roo
Roost in the morn, through the yawns
I know your eyes heavy but rest you're gone
You say you save money, but say sunny
They saying need you, you stay here, you lift them

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

Mensa}
From my block to your
From Hyde Park to Old
South Side to Oak Street to downtown to dope spots
It be the smoke
Bring to the scene
see you make 'em come true
They come kill your dreams
They bangers on you
Now tell me, you gonna do?
Either you or you run, you either win or you lose
Ain't too many when they popping
If I'm before 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 my nigga
the laws ain't never find him
I'm down every day, if you don't risk it then you never get shit
I learned the bigger the road, the bigger the pot for you to piss
thought we was punks, after school we was the misfits
Used to in the days, after school I did the dishes
That the shout-out to my boss who fired me on some shit
And all the teachers said I'd never get shit
But you living proof,