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I got a feeling nigga really that my be the root
Look up at the stars she honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the canaries they goin roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a
boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking naked
to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching drop
I'm dodging the like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I do both but somehow I got by

pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money funny in the light
But who cares we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring in her hair
Excuse me her weave the is a weave
Trunk of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout
BM dubs on them big things looking
Shawty sitting low big popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the
Fuck one time I gave her to the
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my still the shit
Banned in but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that 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
out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't from in weeks
I up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that for my
10 everybody riding big
I just sit back like look 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 I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in they im laughing at you
Cause kill you when I'm bored

We stepping on ya crew until you crush
And making sweet love to every women that you
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't for a cent
Burn the house down gotta buy
Don't forget the gas can jealous motherfucker
To another chapter paper that I
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and
Homicide is humor and you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they they see the money
I open up my mind by bank accounts 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 just to give used to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen