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Givin'em rest and love again
In my I be the run again
And I have the man dem
D'banj]
I'm getting this nigga in the
He gon' think he been chiefin just too long
He see me in the
Want to all these feelin
let me be the first to get mine
[Verse 1:
Ay yo, ay yo, and blow in the back of the crib
countin, smoking a spliff, this shits a gift
All my niggas is rough
Grabbing our crotches What up?
The jeans $500? Fuck
Stop it, baking, see, the smell its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you wont your legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the
I say 'Ye 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, then burn another we
Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was for the guap
Park the six deuce on the deuce just props
a kilt, mean Glock Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the rock?

[Verse 2:
I was by a late chicken shack and a church
mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the
Eye on a like Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryin to see through the of it
Could have been livin it, you was Mrs.
This is just a to better your development
Situation
[Verse 3: T]
Some God body, blame Illuminati
All his pockets now knotty as his hair

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


[Verse 4: 2
2
Im chillin in my camo, through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logos a (damn)
Four of ammo
Im pitchin to make your body switch another position
[Verse 5: CyHi da
I hope the is listening
I could never sell my soul, I gave it to God at my christening
Its tickelin when I hear what haters be
What you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
friends and siblings, like to wish you well but aint never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this car
But you cant war without an A-R
15 I was carts at K-Mart
By 21 said Id be inside a graveyard
Cant to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really the race card
Dbanj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting money nigga?
(You your soul)
Yeah, you feelin on top now, getting that money
(Naw man, mad was frontin
Aw man, made something nothing)
[Outro: West]
I treat the label like from my shows
G.O.O.D. wouldve been God except I added os
If I knew she was cheatin Id bought her more clothes
Cause I was too with my Baltimore- you know
Some call that the art of war you know
I guess it what you fallin for
The clothes,cars, money, girls and the
Aw money, you sold soul
Nah man, mad was frontin
God damn, we made something nothing