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

If I see jordan at the top of the key, nigga bap bap
Then it's lights out, 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 away games, then home and eat rogaine
I'm too young to be out (he too young to be stressed out)
Coroner, pick him up, he have it, on deck
Cobain, va, nigga, up next
Get it

Flow on 100
Fuck your fashion, all my youngins which gun in style
got me fucked up, and I body bought the bitch
And I talking house arrest when I say my niggas semi out
No sitting, just niggas working
No penny pinching, just purchase
Phones, hatian boy leave em alone
When I'm a boy, I blow on grass and be a stone
Legendary folarin, bitch I'm butter with shit
Niggas cooking, I'm frying by margin

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