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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 the dogs canaries they goin roof
Even once had a job tar up on a roof
boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and baking sodas taking
Paper I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm at the top
These hoes so excited they every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in
We cut down the weed bury the on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but I got by

Creflo pray Mike payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I
That Mayweather looking 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 full of white car smell like cheese
That boy get salad beef movements
BM dubs on them big looking foolish
Shawty low big things popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the
Fuck one I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows 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 from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to up mathematically
I did it for the city but now mad at me
em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody big
I just sit like look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
I said my prayer everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in coil im laughing at you
kill you niggas when I'm bored

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