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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 this nigga in the morning
He gon' he been chiefin just too long when
He see me in the
Want to all these 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 watches is rough
Grabbing our yelling "What up? "
The jeans $500? Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the 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, trust me
They yellin' Chef, kill the with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's
Burn bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the
Park the green six deuce on the just props
a kilt, mean Glock I'm all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery

[Verse 2:
I was born by a lake, chicken shack, and a
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, tryin' to see through the of it
have been livin' it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a to better your development
delicate

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

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

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

[Verse 5: da Prynce]
I the people is listening
I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my
tickelin' 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 well but never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol they see me in this race car
But you can't war without an A-R
15 I was pushing at K-Mart
By 21 they said I'd be inside a
Can't wait to get that black Express
So I can show them white folks how to really the race card

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

Kanye West]
I the label like money 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 more
'Cause I was too busy with my whore- you know
Some 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 your
Nah man, mad people was
God damn, we made from nothing