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

Told him that he's better days
The came, bet he dreamed of better ways
And the thoughts on his mind always seemed to
A of dismay, on the screen bitches play
Hard enough to never understand never over
Sip heavy liquor till you feelin' light all over
Drop a couple till them bitches barely know you
And a bubble slaps trickin out for your quota
always let his cup runneth over
Sims up when they hearts broken
Him, never gave a fuck all of that
Money, fam, and music, man we hear to all of that
Save baller raps
Off the top them baller
Duckin on them smaller
be in all the raps
Snitches, bitches who be all up at soul
At money, at your gold
At dreams, at your goals
A nigga never fold cause he had to play his right
Surely you would bright when you step in limelight
Words of advice to my homies who be
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 ever wanted was sweet loving
And a couple baked ready straight up out the oven
Got these fiends
Lovin' all the
Save money I'm serving sauce for the five bucks
Throw fives up
Pay to my fam
Save be the clan
be the land
God
How you cap them off the tree top
Kept them fucked up like an old pair of
my nigga Reese, made 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 studio strapped with my
And I be with the same money clan on the fly
I die

If you come my home
probably catch me in the Wendy awesome suites
With some really awesome 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 come my home
You'll probably us on the train
In the days, 20 deep, blowin' loud at the
Cops jealous [?]
And you

James]
From the city with real gangsters where they to the right
Little on the corner selling crack for the pipe
While all the town coming, gotta tug on they ice
But ain't no city better, I put that on my life
This for my niggas on the grind, with a jab in sock
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 trying to be like my
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 you disappear like David Copperfield nigga
Hop, go vanish
Holding my
For niggas that up
Why I hope we out
Save Money, the family
Know we do
Five finger discount, you know they stand us like

[Chance the
mia, ooh, I'm a dreamer
Burn up this Ferrari, turn up patina
Chance the Rapper, ooh, le Rappeur
I speak France, Jones my mater
All that matters, 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
monetary, my mama say roo-roo
Roost in the morn, sing the yawns
I know eyes heavy but rest when you're gone
You say you save money, but say nigga
They saying they need you, you stay here, you lift

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 triggers, done all got bigger
If you come from my
let 'em know you 'bout it
Now you from the shot, the what you see, see, see

Mensa}
From my to your block
From Hyde to Old Block
From South Side to Oak Street to downtown to spots
It be the smoke
Bring to the scene
see you make 'em come true
They wanna kill your dreams
They bangers on you
Now tell me, what you do?
Either you or you run, you either win or you lose
Ain't too many when they popping
If I'm gone they run tell my son poppa was a problem
I know our kid's a killer like I'm rocking right him
And the volley took my
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 the road, the bigger the pot for you to piss with
Teachers we was punks, after school we was the misfits
Used to serve in the days, after school I did the
That the to my boss who fired me on some bitch shit
And all the teachers that said I'd get shit
But you proof, proof