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I got a feeling nigga really my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the
Pull up hear the dogs they goin roof
Even had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the
Proofs in the pudding and that baking taking
Paper that I'm making got her photos naked
Listening to niggas like at Wendy 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 they every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot in Jamaica
We cut down the weed the paper on them acres
Martin had a bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad I write
Mayweather money looking funny 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 bout movements
BM dubs on them big things foolish
Shawty sitting low big popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in shooting at the cops
one time I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the
Banned in 1994 but I'm to to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be then 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 I could pin
out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in
I came up wit a 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 for my dogs
10 Maybach's riding big
I just sit back like what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
I said my prayer everybody 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 ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a
ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you when I'm bored

We on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every women you lust
I love to pay her bills 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 chapter paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you 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 take it out baby a gift maybe you could live
I knew it work but I just like 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 calling all my jewelers up what he spending
bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen