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

Told him that seen better days
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 till you feelin' light all over
Drop a couple till them bitches barely know you
And a bubble butt slaps trickin out for quota
Pimp let his cup runneth over
Sims tearin up they hearts broken
Him, never gave a fuck all of that
Money, fam, and music, man we to save all of that
money baller raps
Off the top baller hats
Duckin on them smaller
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 would shine bright when you in limelight
of advice to my homies who be hustlin'
It be butter for my brothers never fuck with English
Cousin, thought her son would be nothing
Turned a bunch of 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 fives up
Pay to my fam
Save money be the
be the land
God
How you cap them thoughts off the top
Kept them up like an old pair of Reeboks
Shout my nigga Reese, them buckle at they knee socks
One hit of quitters to the face, them knees pop
So stop
do it
It's off of the top, often then not
I'm cops
In the strapped with my Glock
And I be moving with the same clan 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, 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' loud at the
goes jealous [?]
And you

[Caleb
the city 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 that on my
This for my niggas on the grind, with a jab in they
For my nigga on the West Side, hugging the
Never been arrested but I have no 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 a deal 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
Save Money, that's the
Know we do
Five finger discount, you know they can't us like

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

As I the draft of my master
it faster, faster
Chance the rap
Faxing my
my classes
Drugs is my (?)
Kami de Chukwu, day guru
Save monetary, my mama say
Roost in the morn, sing through the
I know your eyes heavy but rest when you're
You say you money, but say sunny nigga
They saying they you, you stay here, you lift them

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

[Vic
From my to your block
From Hyde Park to Old
South Side to Oak Street to downtown to dope spots
It be the Glock
to the murder scene
They see you 'em come true
They wanna come your dreams
They bangers on you
Now me, what you gonna do?
you fight or you run, you either win or you lose
Ain't too options when they popping
If I'm gone before they run tell my son poppa was a
I know our kid's a killer like I'm rocking beside him
And the volley took my
Though the laws never find him
I'm down 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 boss who fired me on some shit
And all the teachers that said I'd get shit
But you living proof,