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[Intro:

Givin'em rest and makin' 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 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', a spliff, this shit's a gift
All my niggas is rough
Grabbing our crotches "What up? "
The jeans cost 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 gangsta hustla, my voice is illustrious
by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's
Burn another bush, then burn we brothers
us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the 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, chicken shack, and a
That mean the flow got wings and it come the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the
Eye on a dollar like
Life is foggy, tryin' to see through the of it
Could been livin' it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a 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, only
You could cluster 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 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 logo's a (damn)
Four of ammo
Ammunition I'm pitchin' to make your body another position

[Verse 5: CyHi da
I the people is listening
I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my
It's tickelin' when I hear haters be whisperin'
What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain't never the nickel in
wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you spell war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at
By 21 said I'd be inside a graveyard
wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them folks how to really pull the race card

[Break: (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin' on top now, getting that money
(You your soul)
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you on top now, getting that money nigga?
(Naw man, mad was frontin'
Aw man, something from nothing)

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