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[Intro:

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

[Hook:
I'm getting this nigga in the
He gon' think he been chiefin just too long
He see me in the
Want to catch all feelin
Well let me be the first to get

[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and in the back of the crib
Sittin'and countin', smoking a spliff, this shit's a
All my watches is rough
Grabbing our yelling "What up? "
The cost $500? Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell it's a
One freeze of this shit, you won't your legs kid
I'm a corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's
another bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the deuce props
a kilt, mean Glock I'm all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the rock?

[Verse 2:
I was born by a lake, chicken shack, and a
That mean the flow got wings and it come from the
Golly, I know she test the 'Rari
Eye on a dollar like
Life is foggy, tryin' to see through the of it
Could have livin' it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to your 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 not muster up so it's
Ashes to ashes, dust to
In God we trust, the is all us
the sky calls or it's flames on us

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

[Verse 5: da Prynce]
I hope the people is
I could sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
It's when I hear what haters be whisperin'
What makes you think an Illuminati ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you but ain't never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when 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 that American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race

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

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