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I got a feeling nigga that my money be the root
Look up at the she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the canaries they goin roof
once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the
Proofs in the and that baking sodas taking
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 rumors turn me on I'm at the top
These so excited they catching every drop
I'm dodging the like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking in the light
But who really we just throw it in the air
Celebrating pouring moet in her hair
me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout
BM dubs on them big things looking
Shawty low big things popping
Tip on the glock from a up in Compton shooting at the cops
one time I gave her to the block
I 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey
ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper the shit
in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows I've sinned
But I thought my future in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the
Kept my name low key I heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up
I did it for the city but now mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat my balls
If I drop another album I did that for my
10 everybody riding big
I just sit back like look I did
Then I bow my and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer back to business

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

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