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This in, this nigga black back rapping
mean the payroll is ready, you know that cognac is happy
I pray my liver make it, don't your contracts petty
Just read the mission statement, my niggas that fetti
And I was hustling backwards, taking picture with
And a disguise ain't what you fear, but you fear is a factor
niggas scared of bizzy, cause I get busy for practice
But disregard the shit, tryna answer your questions
I cross em over quick, I'm iverson with the

If I see jordan at the top of the key, it's bap bap
it's lights out, this is my house
Fuck y'all, I ball
My bench going through withdrawals, do it with y'all or y'all
And I rep at away games, then come home and eat rogaine
I'm too young to be stressed out (he too to be stressed out)
Coroner, pick him up, he ain't it, on deck
Cobain, va, real nigga, up
Get it

on 100 thou
Fuck your fashion, all my know which gun in style
Suckers got me fucked up, and I body bought the
And I ain't talking house when I say my niggas semi out
No bench sitting, niggas working
No penny pinching, plenty purchase
Phones, hatian boy leave em alone
I'm a nature boy, I blow on grass and be a stone
Legendary folarin, bitch I'm butter with shit
Niggas cooking, I'm by insurmountable margin

When you come to my town, put you where you want to be
Got variety, like home appliance apartment
I'm providing the with a side of some conscious
Imma stick with a small one, but slide with a bopper
Got a chick from the hood, got a chick that's in
I just put them lips like I'm tired of talk