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[Intro:

Givin'em rest and 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 just too long when
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 a gift
All my niggas is rough
Grabbing our yelling "What up? "
The jeans cost Fuck
Stop it, baking, see, the smell it's a statement
One freeze of this shit, you won't feel your kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, we armed, trust me bruh
They Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, Push
Burn another bush, then another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the
the green six deuce on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, Glock I'm all machinery, ock
to me, now see how the scenery rock?

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

[Verse 3: T]
Some claim God body, Illuminati
All his pockets now knotty as his hair

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

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

[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 tickelin' when I what haters be whisperin'
makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, to wish you well but ain't never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you can't war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at
By 21 they said I'd be a graveyard
Can't wait to get that black Express
So I can show them white folks how to pull the race card

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

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