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I got a feeling nigga really my money be the root
Look up at the stars she honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they roof
Even had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the
So now when I and get massaged its the proof
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking naked
Listening to niggas like at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm on 20 million
The rumors me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so they catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them
had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad I write
That Mayweather money funny in the light
But who really cares we throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a
Trunk of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout
BM on them big things looking foolish
sitting low big things popping
Tip on the glock a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya tray
Love my handgun but my chopper the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to to quit
1996 kilos was the but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and knows that I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to up mathematically
I did it for the city but now mad at me
Motherfuck em all sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that for my
10 Maybach's everybody big
I just sit like look what I did
I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I my prayer everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big kunk
spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a
Niggas loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause you niggas when I'm bored

We stepping on ya until you motherfuckers crush
And sweet love to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a
Burn the down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid
To another chapter that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of and laughter
Homicide is and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know see the money
I open up my mind by opening accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm crab meats
Ice so other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a to my enemies one I won't send amen