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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 goin
once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the
So now when I Menage and get its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas
Paper that I'm making got her taking naked
Listening to niggas whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20
The turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on acres
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 on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in the
But who really cares we just it in the air
Celebrating wealth moet in her hair
me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like cheese
boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things foolish
Shawty sitting low big things
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton at the cops
one time 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 still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to
1996 kilos was the shit but be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows that sinned
But I about my future in the loops 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 come up
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 everybody riding big
I just sit like look what I did
Then I bow my and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody to business

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

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