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I got a feeling nigga that my money be the root
up at the stars she like 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 its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas
Paper I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas whistling at Wendy Williams
I my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors me on I'm masturbating at the top
These so excited they catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in
We cut down the weed bury the paper on acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray lost weight
Kimbo on the pad when I write
That Mayweather looking funny in the light
But who really cares we throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her
Excuse me her the blue is a weave
full of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get beef bout movements
BM on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things
Tip on the glock a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
one time I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey
ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
was ruthless and lord knows that I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops I pin
out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat my balls
If I drop album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody big
I just sit back look what I did
Then I bow my and beg for forgiveness
I said my prayer everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking 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 paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while 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 love to women that you lust
I love to pay her bills wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I asking for a cent
Burn the house gotta buy another
forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker
To another paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and
Homicide is humor and nigga you 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 take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to used to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen