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Damn...
I do this for fun man
It's my job,
All you see is the and the rings and the watch
And the bracelet, and
And you know, grills and chains
Another on top of that
And another on another finger, and another grill
And then I grills and then I change chains
And that's all you see, but you

'Ey
I wake up in the morning
Hit the snooze for hours
Get up, hop into a two hundred thousand dollar
Brush my when I'm out it
start the Audi
Kiss my boy, kiss my girl, my wife, and then I'm outtie

Grind time from a to a hussle
"Aw man"s to "God damn"s
From a clam to a
I ain't say you had it
But damn, did I
I ain't much
But if you tried to take it, I'll ya
It feels like I died
'Cause time I drive my past life flash
Right in front of my
'Cause I'm not one of them
don't remember shit,
Can't even go and drive alone in this whip
'Cause everybody want him
But you got me up
If a nigga gon' be on YouTube
I from my bowin' homes [?]

So I'm gonna keep strong
And let you niggas go out of
As long as my kids is
I'm doing for a lot of reason
I do it for my kids and kids' kids
And I'm dead they come to my grave
To tell me they kids did, yeah
I'mma 'em my style and how long I has hated on about it
And how it took twenty minutes to a song about it
Even though I was I was actin' grown about it
Took some years, but they left me 'lone about it
Old folks cheering' me on 'cause know I got it
see niggas get in the game and fold like origami

But the only foldin' I'm doin' is when I'm at shows
Got 'em fainting' like Michael Jackson, hos droppin'
Then I go home, safely homie, no robbin'
Gated
You know the code, partna
up to the crib
Lamborghini so proper
And six old-schools sittin' on 24"
White folks in my neighborhood think I'm the Lama
'Specially when I outside like roo sticky dima [?]

But everything gotta turn bad
like the weekly drama,
You know, small shit,
girls saying' they my baby mama
But this music has made me
I now understand
niggas is mad,
They assassinate me
Barack Obama
But I graduated, School of Hard Knocks, summa cum

On the side of the
Like I am really 'bout to fuck crowd up
makes me prouder, makes me a man
If you ain't doin' I'm' doin'
You a fan
Damn, get on your please
And praise God that he you somebody
That can just you niggas these things

Killa, R&B King, T.P.
The Music
A.K.A. the Lord of the Three