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I got a feeling nigga really that my be the root
Look up at the stars she like where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a
That boy had it hard no its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the
Proofs in the pudding and baking sodas taking
Paper I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy
I flip my middle I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in
We cut down the weed bury the paper on acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but I got by

Creflo Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I
Mayweather money looking funny in the light
But who really we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the is a weave
Trunk full of car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking
Shawty sitting low big things
Tip on the from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil
ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my still the shit
in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't from in weeks
I up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now mad at me
em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody big
I sit back like look what I did
Then I bow my and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody back to

on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we eat
A Farrakhan aura on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil im at you
Cause kill you when I'm bored

We on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every women that you
I to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't for a cent
Burn the down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid
To another paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of and laughter
is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know see the money
I open up my mind by opening accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't but I just like to give used to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send