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Countin money all I seem to is Benji talkin
Hater we ain't conversatin just semis talkin
They said have a penny on em
Now I walk around twenty chains with like a milli on em
up my boots, put on my strap
And go lookin for that paper I'm "where it's at?"
lookin at me, I'm starin back (I see you)
Feelin like I'm
Every time I wear mac
Monday, it's probably 106 &
Tuesday, probably in the hood it get dark
Wednesday, Probably catch me swimmin wit the
Wit drippin from my shoes, these Lu's cooler than my heart
Let me out my cell, right back on the
from off a bail, right back in the kitchen
Who the gon pay my lawyer
I got? with
And eighty grams of crack
He said the feds come for ya
Copper said I tried to em when I go to court
I hope dont find me guilty, it's my word against they word
And I won't get a to speak
I caught my case nine of my niggas, and I'm the only one they beat
I took it for the
though I had a dream like Martin Luther King
Who thought that I'd be of these magazines
Cause I be spittin fire flow, I'm
Fuck y'all niggas gon say me?
My North niggas don't play about me
Philly niggas that'll spray about me
Pay q dollar bail in a day bout me
Ain't gotta sound real, they'll tell you that
I'm on the top floor, I started the cellar at
Made, Bitches!