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[Intro:

Givin'em and makin' love again
In my best I be the run
And I have the man dem

D'banj]
I'm this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin just too long
He see me in the
Want to catch all feelin
let me be the first to get mine

[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the
Sittin'and countin', smoking a spliff, this shit's a
All my niggas watches is
our crotches yelling "What up? "
The jeans cost $500?
it, keep baking, see, the smell it's a statement
One of this shit, you won't feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the
I say 'Ye with 2 on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, then burn we brothers
Love us or not, the Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the
Park the six deuce on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, mean I'm all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery

[Verse 2:
I was born by a lake, shack, and a church
That the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna the 'Rari
Eye on a like Illuminati
Life is foggy, to see through the mist of it
have been livin' it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to better development
Situation

3: Pusha T]
Some God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his

All no Cher, only solitaires
You could cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not up so it's
Ashes to ashes, to dust
In God we trust, the is all us
Til' the sky calls or flames on us

[Verse 4: 2
2
I'm in my camo, flippin' through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of
Ammunition I'm pitchin' to make your body switch another

[Verse 5: da Prynce]
I hope the people is
I could never my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
It's tickelin' when I hear what be whisperin'
makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake and siblings, like to wish you well but ain't never flip the nickel in
Haters pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you can't spell war an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 they I'd be inside a graveyard
Can't wait to get black American Express
So I can them white folks how to really pull the race card

D'banj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin' on top now, getting that money
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You sold soul)
Yeah, you feelin' on top now, getting money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was
Aw man, made from nothing)

[Outro: West]
I treat the like money from my shows
G.O.O.D. been God except I added more o's
If I knew she was cheatin' I'd still've her more clothes
'Cause I was too with my bottom whore- you know
Some people call that the art of war you
I guess it depends you fallin' for
The clothes, cars, money, girls and the
Aw money, you sold soul
Nah man, mad was frontin'
God damn, we something from nothing