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I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the
Look up at the she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the canaries they goin roof
Even once had a job tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no its the truth
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 Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm on 20 million
The rumors me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited catching every drop
I'm the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money funny in the light
But who really cares we just it in the air
Celebrating wealth moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a
Trunk full of white car smell like blue
That boy get salad bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking
sitting low big things popping
Tip on the from 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 nigga you lil
Suppress ya 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 roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows I've sinned
But I about my future in the loops I could pin
out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I heard from in weeks
I came up wit a to come up mathematically
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat my balls
If I drop another album I did for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody big
I just sit back like what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
Once I said my prayer back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy
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 a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil im at you
Cause kill you when I'm bored

We stepping on ya crew until you crush
And making love to every women that you lust
I to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't for a cent
Burn the down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid
To another paper that I captured
Caught up in the off of gunshots and laughter
is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the
I open up my mind by bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the
nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites 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 thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send