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[Intro:

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

[Hook:
I'm getting nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin just too when
He see me in the
to catch all these feelin
Well let me be the to get mine

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

[Verse 2:
I was born by a lake, shack, and a church
mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I she wanna test 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 your
Situation

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

All Sonny no Cher, only
You clusterfucks 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 of ammo
Ammunition I'm pitchin' to make body switch another position

5: CyHi da Prynce]
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 what be whisperin'
What makes you an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to 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 at K-Mart
By 21 they I'd be inside a graveyard
Can't to get that black American Express
So I can show them white how to really pull the race card

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

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