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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 need a fifty sac?) get me the fifty
(Hold on, I got for $250) Cash?
(Dropping zones is more) Oh my God
(So what you is what I got) Man, give it to me now

[Daz 1]
I get up early in the morning, I'm yawning, I'm tired as
My body aching, thanking God that I made it as as I need
Bread, my mamma covered me under the
With the that I meet on the street that I have to battle
At a status, opportunities I'm grabbing
If it's weed, or a better I got to have it
With my homies I'm smoking, I'm taking the pain
With the problems that me down, and it seems to be strange
It ain't no thang to handle my situation like a G
them dollars, I could say that my life is incomplete
And to the I'm a dogg pound gangsta
Making paper, who gives a if I'm busting on playa haters
I can't an infiltrater who's suppose to be your homie
But later, in the end realize that a phony
To the police that raided my shit, making my hot again
I relocated, came up on a pot of ends
Got to hand it to myself, it all that I got
Everyday I gain money nigga, up on glocks
You know, but I guess that I'm up on for sure
And I money knocking at my door

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But I guess that I'm up on for sure
And I hear money at my door
Can I hear money knocking at my
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

Verse 2]
I'm more than ever, take me out nigga never
I die clocking a million on my way up to the ladder
It don't matter nigga, the fuck did I do
Plus I got to keep it real and to stay true
I'm draped in blue and gray but I'm straight it happen
Robbin' or slangin' or I got to focused on rapping
It's all the legitimate way to make ya pay
No fun in LA, or Beach, or compton, or Watts
I lay my head down to sleep
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 on, use 'em and then just get the fuck on
If I boned, I fucked, it no thang
Like the pussy is to the fortune and fame
Running bitches a video game, it ain't no thang
Had the of the week last week, it wasn't no thang
It's like that, nasty
I know you but you look like lassie BIATCH!

2X]
But I guess I'm up on thangs for sure
And I hear money knocking at my
Can I hear money knocking at my
Can the police be for the weed and the yo
Can it be a looking for a dub
I think they out to set me up

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

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

(you what, you right)