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3.10.15 a.t yeah yeah

yeah i keep them crackas on me yeah all my pockets they full
all my n-ggas stay scr-pped you can see that we paid an full

we pull up we pickup them bags yeah i gotta make that jug

yeah

we ain’t no industry no we just some in the street n-ggas

better be cautious how you move around me
playing round here it ain’t safe

young an wilding money steady piling
we gone stash it all in the safe

front row when it come to violence all my hitters they gone get a plate

spaulding on em legend number 8 bag it up an watchem fade away
lord please forgive me for being a sinner im bout my paper just call me printer

yeah im a go getter like jeezy an kelly yeah we rockin jordans
an you rock perry ellis

just know that im on ain’t no stoppin me dog
be bout ya word ain’t no callin it off

snakes in the grass im cuttin them off you ain’t no boss tell you takin a lost

im a fighting survivor just look in my eyes yeah it hurt to my heart when my grandmother died

its a cold world ain’t no feelings inside hope you ready to die like im ready to die

it ain’t no pressure it is what it is know that you mad you can’t live how i live

know i’m gone stand for some while i’m here
messing around get you dropped like a deer

yeah yeah

all this money on me yeah
all this drip on me yeah

you n-ggas ain’t built like me no
you n-ggas ain’t built like me ye
getting slerp with the top let back make ya b-tch bussit open on me
just know that im fly like im gucci an bruno

pockets on fat yeah they swole like a sumo

all of them whose yeah i gotta f-ck one
all of them n-ggas yeah i gotta fight one

str8 out the slumb better have you gun cause they slangin that iron an they do it for fun

i know some n-ggas who still on the run
i know some b-tches who still on the run

praying that one day a good thing a come but its heart ache an pain when you come where i’m from yeah

yeah i keep them crackas on me yeah all my pockets they full
all my n-ggas stay scr-pped you can see that we paid an full

we pull up we pickup them bags yeah i gotta make that jug

yeah

we ain’t no industry no we just some in the street n-ggas

better be cautious how you move around me
playing round here it ain’t safe
young an wilding money steady piling
we gone stash it all in the safe

front row when it come to violence all my hitters they gone get a plate

spaulding on em legend number 8 bag it up an watchem fade away

oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

yeah

- a t trice

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