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Akon and B. I.G.

Niggaz it but ain't livin' it
Cristyle pop I'm it, mob hats and lizard shit
Gator bitch, rollin' blunts with the willyist of the Willie
Hitch cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories like a motherfucker

Model bitch is wonderin' if fuck with her
She knows I treat my bitches like
Dolce and drippin', Big Poppa never slippin'
diamond, shinin', dinner with wifey whinin', dinin'

Smokin' cigars and Bogatar Columbian nigga's
Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, life endin'
Bitches bendin' over with for a pair of Moschino jeans

Donna Karan Tank-top I got bank stock, say who's on top?
under the rest of them, advancing from duplex to mansion
Stashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, in my veins
Game elevates, money I make into and real estate, bitch
Jet-skiing in the Caribbean, white sand, plans with my man

Dark land, smoke tint, chrome rims
And a system that leave my rear trembling
Whatchu gonna do when poppa ya attitude
Drop to knees and show gratitude
Kiss my ring, it's a white thing
I potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

Eternal sunshine in elevated world of mine
Lookin' for this hour glass of
Tryna find my purpose on grand design

Is there out there living
4, 5, 6's on the streets shootin'
Is there any money out for me?
You just to this hustler's story

Picture me, a product of the zone
Scareless, don't know what I am to be
Shit 'cause, never came to me
shit shout, I suffered unshamelessly

The Lord humble especially if they act like
They too big for they draws when they stacks
Think I'm bullshittin' a buncha niggas back
Right back home hungry, they stacks gone they forget

I know a nigga his soul for a nickel rock
I know some for some dro you can hit the cock
I know a workin' 9-5 been on it
Fifteen years ain't got a car to

I know some niggas wanna act hard bitch
Fake boys, can't rob, get killed
Got kinfolk yard big whips
That's got to my homeboys this year

sunshine in this elevated world of mine
Lookin' for this hour glass of
Tryna my purpose on this grand design

Is there anybody out living
4, 5, 6's on the streets they
Is there any money out for me?
You just listen to this story

Akon, while B.I.G. is up with Enrique
I'm on the coastline politician' with
We got the birds in the Coupe all day
to find a new way to smuggle in pure yay

We 'bout our business, ain't no small thiefs
If you ain't growing the caine then we ain't gonna
See, I am the one to call things get deep
And my Africans will put main man to sleep

Now, in Mexico far from the
Tryin' to figure out how glocks to a box
Now, sellin' is what has rocks in my socks
If you can me the money, here's the keys to the lock

Now, yeah, you know the is my territory
Ain't scared of nothing, let you it for me
Yeah, win, lose or draw
Believe the death is for all

Eternal sunshine in elevated world of mine
Lookin' for this hour glass of
Tryna find my purpose on this grand

Is there anybody out living
4, 5, 6's on the streets they
Is there any money out for me?
You listen to this hustler's story

Nigga's is to chuck rocks and hide hands
Make a break for it, get from it
was the plan but

The whole time I've plotting on this man
Caught him slipping and
I hit his ass with the
Here's something that you understand
How can one be so cold and a nigga so down

I am on get back shit, there comes a time
In mans mind when he's deeper than dollar signs
I been on the grind, got doing time
Behind niggas actin' like bitches and bitches droppin'

Duckin' and dockin', pussy's is red
Niggaz is been telling no, there ain't no way that it
But nothin', we ride and and we gotta die
So you catch up to his ass before I catch up, give him
But that's one thing the real nigga despise
I'm a 5K one killer, I've set his ass on

Eternal in this elevated world of mine
Lookin' for this hour of time
Tryna find my purpose on this design

Is there anybody out there
4, 5, 6's on the streets shootin'
Is any money out there for me?
You just listen to this hustler's