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Akon and B. I.G.

Niggaz it but ain't livin' it
Cristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and shit
Gator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts the willyist of the Willie
Hitch cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories like a motherfucker

Model bitch is wonderin' if I'ma with her
She knows I treat my like gavana
Dolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa slippin'
H-Class diamond, shinin', with wifey whinin', dinin'

Smokin' cigars and Bogatar Columbian nigga's
Named Panama and and shit, games we play, life endin'
bendin' over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans

Donna Karan Tank-top I got bank stock, say who's on top?
Benjamins the rest of them, advancing from duplex to mansion
Stashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, VCR's in my
Game elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate,
in the Caribbean, white sand, discussin' plans with my man

Dark land, smoke tint, chrome rims
And a system that my rear views trembling
Whatchu do when poppa catch ya attitude
Drop to your knees and gratitude
Kiss my ring, it's a frank thing
I stay potent, bitches devoted, my dick and deep throat it

Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of
for this hour glass of time
Tryna find my purpose on this design

Is there anybody out living
4, 5, 6's on the they shootin'
Is there any out there for me?
You just to this hustler's story

me, a product of the zone three
Scareless, don't what I am supposed to be
Shit 'cause, money never to me
When shit shout, I unshamelessly

The humble nigga's especially if they act like
They too big for they when they stacks right
Think I'm bullshittin' a buncha back like
Right back home hungry, stacks gone they forget price

I know a nigga his soul for a nickel rock
I know some hoe's for some dro you can hit the
I a nigga workin' 9-5 been on it
Fifteen ain't got a car to drive

I know some niggas act hard flicks bitch
Fake jack boys, rob, get killed
Got kinfolk yard big whips
That's got to my homeboys this year

Eternal sunshine in this elevated of mine
Lookin' for hour glass of time
Tryna find my purpose on this grand

Is there anybody out living
4, 5, 6's on the streets shootin'
Is any money out there for me?
You just listen to this story

Akon, while B.I.G. is sittin' up Enrique
I'm on the coastline politician' with
We got the birds in the Coupe all day
to find a new way to smuggle in pure yay

We 'bout our business, ain't no small time
If you ain't growing the caine then we ain't gonna
See, I am the one to call when get deep
And my Africans put your main man to sleep

Now, in Mexico far the block
Tryin' to out how many glocks to a box
Now, sellin' is what has rocks in my socks
If you can show me the money, here's the to the lock

Now, yeah, you the streets is my territory
Ain't of nothing, let you fear it for me
Yeah, whether win, or draw
the death is waiting for all

Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of
Lookin' for this glass of time
Tryna my purpose on this grand design

Is anybody out there living
4, 5, 6's on the they shootin'
Is any money out there for me?
You just to this hustler's story

Nigga's is to chuck rocks and hide hands
Make a break for it, get from it
was the plan but

The whole time I've been plotting on man
Caught him and sleepin'
I hit his ass the cane
Here's something you can't understand
How can one be so cold and snatch a so down

I am on some get back shit, there a time
In every mans when he's deeper than dollar signs
I on the grind, got homies doing time
Behind niggas actin' bitches and bitches droppin' dimes

and dockin', pussy's is red wise
Niggaz is been telling no, there no way that it slimmed
But nothin', we gotta ride and and we die
So you up to his ass before I catch up, give him mine
But that's one thing the real here despise
I'm a 5K one killer, set his ass on fire

Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of
Lookin' for hour glass of time
Tryna find my purpose on grand design

Is there anybody out there
4, 5, 6's on the streets they
Is any money out there for me?
You just listen to this hustler's