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I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the
up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the canaries they goin roof
Even 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 baking sodas taking
Paper I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy
I flip my middle finger I'm on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm at the top
These hoes so excited they catching drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in
We cut down the weed bury the on them acres
Martin had a bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I
That money looking funny in the light
But who cares we just throw it in the air
wealth pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her the blue is a weave
Trunk full of car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef movements
BM on them big things looking foolish
Shawty low big things popping
Tip on the glock a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I gave her to the
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and you lil trey
ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then 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
my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to up mathematically
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all sweat from my balls
If I drop album I did that for my dogs
10 everybody riding big
I just sit back like what I did
I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own people looking from a distance think 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 pork you eat from the bowl ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you niggas when I'm

We stepping on ya crew until you crush
And making sweet love to every that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her Curtis Jackson baby mama
I asking for a cent
Burn the house gotta buy another
Don't the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker
To another chapter that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of and laughter
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 it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just to give used to run the street
nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they all my jewelers up asking what he spending
bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen