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[Daz
(Who is it?) Mac
(Who is it?) The Mac!
(Sup? What you need) I don't quarter, half or something, what? Fifty?
(Oh you a fifty sac?) Yeah get me the fifty
(Hold on, I got half for $250)
(Dropping is $500 more) Oh my God
(So what you need is I got) Man, give it to me now

[Daz 1]
I get up in the morning, I'm yawning, I'm tired as fuck
My body aching, thanking God that I made it as as I need
Bread, my mamma covered me the shadow
With the niggas that I meet on the street that I have to
At a celebrity status, I'm grabbing
If it's weed, or a better I got to have it
With my homies I'm smoking, I'm away the pain
With the that hold me down, and it seems to be strange
It ain't no thang to my situation just like a G
Without them dollars, I could say that my life is
And to the world I'm a dogg pound
Making paper, who gives a fuck if I'm on playa haters
I can't stand an infiltrater who's suppose to be homie
But later, in the end realize that he's a
To the police that raided my shit, my shit hot again
I relocated, up on a jack pot of ends
Got to hand it to myself, it all that I got
I gain money nigga, come up on glocks
You know, but I guess I'm up on thangs for sure
And I hear money knocking at my

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But I guess I'm up on thangs for sure
And I hear money at my door
Can I hear money at my door
Can the police be for the weed and the yo
Can it be a customer for a dub
I they out just to set me up

Verse 2]
I'm more popular than ever, take me out never
Will I die clocking a million on my way up to the
It don't matter nigga, what the did I do
Plus I got to keep it real and to myself true
I'm draped in blue and gray but I'm making it happen
Robbin' or slangin' or I got to stay focused on
It's all the legitimate way to make ya pay
No fun in LA, or Beach, or compton, or Watts
Wherever I lay my head down to
Thanking God for my children and my at peace
Yeah, am I the I try to be?
Between me and the mamma drama won't let it be
See I'm on my own, to move on
Bitches to lend on, use 'em and then just get the on
If I boned, I fucked, it no thang
the pussy is attracted to the fortune and fame
Running bitches a video game, it ain't no thang
Had the freak of the week week, it wasn't no thang
It's like that, nasty
I know you fine but you look like BIATCH!

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But I guess I'm up on thangs for sure
And I hear knocking at my door
Can I hear money at my door
Can the police be coming for the and the yo
Can it be a looking for a dub
I think they out to set me up

[Daz
know when y'all selling dope
And everybody knocking at the mother door
You know who it is
It could be your mother, could be brother,
could be the police, be the feds,
and it could be a nigga to smoke your ass
So watch who you that door for, Aight, Ok, Alright!

Yeah, this game is like a
There's always a hater that wants to prick it
But you got to let bubble rise to it's highest level
from the bullshit
Let it float, let it
The way shit go, with or without a low
Without money or without a
Because the highest power's gonna see you it
For sure, because that's where belief in with self
Let it go, let it

(you what, you right)