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

Told him that he's seen days
The nightfall came, bet he of better ways
And the on his mind always seemed to display
A scene of dismay, on the screen bitches
Hard enough to never understand it's over
Sip that liquor till you feelin' light all over
Drop a tracks till them bitches barely know you
And a bubble butt slaps out for your quota
Pimp always let his cup runneth
tearin up when they hearts broken
Him, never a fuck about all of that
Money, fam, and music, man we hear to all of that
Save baller raps
Off the top baller 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 cards
Surely you shine bright when you step in limelight
of advice to my homies who be hustlin'
It be butter for my brothers never fuck with muffins
Cousin, momma thought her son be nothing
a bunch 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 fiends buzzin'
Lovin' all the
Save money like I'm serving sauce for the five
them fives up
Pay to my fam
Save money be the
be the land
God
How you cap them off the tree top
Kept them fucked up an old pair of Reeboks
Shout my nigga Reese, made them buckle at knee socks
One hit of to the face, make them knees pop
So stop
do it
It's off of the top, often then not
I'm cops
In the studio strapped my Glock
And I be moving with the same money on the fly
I die

If you come from my
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, Save Money alive"
If you come my home
You'll catch 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 head to the right
Little on the corner selling crack for the pipe
While all the town rappers coming, tug on they ice
But ain't no city better, I put that on my life
This for my niggas on the grind, a jab in they sock
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 real
Boy, Ben had the before a deal nigga, you see
I be with them ill niggas
One call away, we'll make you disappear like David Copperfield
Hop, go vanish
Holding my
For that up land
Why I hope we out
Save Money, the family
Know we do
finger discount, you know they can't stand us like

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

As I the draft of my master
Play it faster,
the rap master
Faxing my
my classes
Drugs is my (?)
de Chukwu, modern day guru
Save monetary, my mama say
in the morn, sing through the yawns
I know your eyes heavy but rest when you're
You say you money, but say sunny nigga
saying 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 from my home
all lil niggas got all them triggers, done all got bigger
If you from my home
Then let 'em you 'bout it
Now give you the shot, the what you see, see, see

Mensa}
From my to your block
From Hyde to Old Block
From South Side to Oak 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 pulling on you
Now tell me, what you do?
you fight or you run, you either win or you lose
Ain't too many options they popping
If I'm gone before they run tell my son poppa was a
I our kid's a killer like I'm rocking right beside him
And the took my nigga
Though the laws ain't never him
I'm down every day, if you risk it then you never finna get shit
I the bigger the road, the bigger the pot for you to piss with
Teachers thought we was punks, 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 bitch
And all the teachers that said I'd get shit
But you proof, proof