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We ain't trying to hear shit for
(Cash money)
We whole operating off a
(Cash money)
To all my niggas with a lotta
(Cash money)
yo' back money

You neva understand how my mind tick
I'm on some old crime shit
When niggas sold two's to the dimes lit
Ain't no when these iron shots are stoned, dun
This heat through your flesh, straight to the bones

I reach for the buddha, cess and
I probably a future of stress, stay depressed and be alone
But as far as the time, it's on
I represent mine I return to the S
And I'm dead and gone

wanna be broke and you neither
Put me on the co'na, watch me a quick case of cream fever
If you be popping shit, my niggas believe ya
Probably punch you in the and take ya wallet when we see ya

But son, it gets
I'm running with a click that's hunted by the Grim Reaper
To all my peoples in the man
situation be a teacher

Ain't nothing a education
I was locked down, I learned about patience and dedication
And not to say shit unless you need a motherfucking face
And as a youth, I was a
Running around with pelagons, war
But now all about cash

I'm caught up, caught up in a mix of
And I ain't trying to hear shit 'til my got to get
Blast you the pistol
If I have to, in my mind, it's all cash in a fistful

I'm up in a mix of shit
And I ain't trying to shit 'til my got cash to get
Splash you with the
If I have to, in my mind, it's all cash in a fistful

Up late and upset and fed up
Niggas up wet, I'm dead up
Fuck trying to your up
And it go down, word bond, we gotta get up

Too many locked upstate, son, it's a set up
My life has sped up, years, I'm straight up
Plenty bears for who ain't here and who ate up
Test and get sprayed up in the

We run it, so we take the blade up in the booth
Since we shoot
We heat it up, losing the shirt, showing the chest
I'm blessed, puffing the make me care less

The best that you can do is duck my fucking
If the slugs get'cha, Lord J'll jig ya
Acting artificial, you'll get burnt my the
Before it's done, my guns'll turn to missiles

Don't have to the whistle on you
everybody knows you
Watch yourself around borderline
Who know my people gotta hold a
Or they ain't a cent
How can you represent if you pay the rent?

And leave a dent in my time, I'm caught up in trife crime
In fights, you neva know what you find
We stand firm 'cuz niggas that seem wild
Be bucking blanks, if were men they wouldn't fuck with pranks
I leave them alone and stay home
Until it down, as they remember how my tool sound

I'm caught up, caught up in a mix of
And I ain't to hear shit 'til my got cash to get
Blast you the pistol
If I have to, in my mind, it's all about in a fistful

I'm caught up in a mix of
And I ain't trying to shit 'til my got cash to get
Splash you the pistol
If I to, in my mind, it's all about cash in a fistful

We ain't trying to hear for what?
(Cash money)
We world operating off a
(Cash money)
To all my niggas a whole lotta
(Cash money)
Watch yo' back

Yeah, we up on we dealing with
We ain't no criminals, we got the right to have
As long as the army, navy, air force, marines got
We gon' hold heat,
'Cuz our army represent for us, word up
Aiyyo,
(Yeah)
Set shit, son

Forever my shit cocked for drama
steal, shit is for real
The way these is known to squeal, making sour deals
Thugs up in to mix these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle, how the Bronx

[Unverified] get deaded, never regret it, only known to set it
Stealing existence, obviously ya
Speak the dissest, I see the pyramid and
of the dollar bill, ill deceitful, we consider lethal

God falling, be balling, guzzling alcoholics
Two drinks, too many is like whitey infiltrating fortress
This is on, we 'bout to form, prepare for the storm
Y'all funny niggas to ring the alarm

fell, now a nation is gel
We had to for four hundred or more
The Lord had the right living poor
Resurrecting the true and living back the
Devils devoured, niggas heard the God holla