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D'banj]

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

D'banj]
I'm this nigga in the morning
He gon' he been chiefin just too long when
He see me in the
to catch all these 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 niggas watches is
our crotches yelling "What up? "
The cost $500? Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell a statement
One freeze of this shit, you won't feel your kid
I'm a corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef, the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, then burn 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
Rock a kilt, Glock I'm all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the rock?

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

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

All no Cher, only solitaires
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
Til' the sky calls or it's 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 doors of
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 to God at my christening
It's tickelin' when I hear haters be whisperin'
What makes you think an Illuminati ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings, like to you well but ain't never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they 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 said I'd be a graveyard
Can't wait to get black American Express
So I can show them folks how to really pull the race card

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

Kanye 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 cheatin' I'd still've bought her clothes
'Cause I was too busy with my bottom 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