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

If I see at the top of the key, nigga it's bap bap
Then it's out, this is my house
Fuck y'all, I ball
My bench going through withdrawals, do it y'all or without y'all
And I rep home at games, then come home and eat rogaine
I'm too to be stressed out (he too young to be stressed out)
Coroner, him up, he ain't have it, on deck
Cobain, va, nigga, up next
Get it

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

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