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    We in the studio
    I said, we in the studio
    Is this mic on? check, check

    I'm thankful for my position i was given in life
    Cause i know some people livin' who ain't livin' this life
    Read about starved children who ain't eatin' this right
    Drug lords declare war, sellin' cheaper the price
    Stuntin' dummy drug money, yeah them sneakers is nice
    Get your swag from the blacks sellin' bags of the white
    Niggas can't get a job, so we self-employed
    If the coppers come a-knockin', we gon' help that boy
    Bail money, welcome back home out of jail money
    White girl pale money, sunny when we sell money
    See seashell money, we sell money
    Rain, hail money, heaven what the hell money
    Dusty paper, stale money, i thought they restricted it
    Did for most people but we out here gettin' it

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    Put your hands under her dress, we get the feelin' that she's faded
    And she's willin' screamin' wolf gang, whip me off, get me off
    The sex, it turns to children, then the children turn to villains
    Villain wolves screamin' kill them all, fuck 'em all
    And that go for anybody that come around here, that ain't from around here
    Ho, you too, you ain't special, wolf gang kill them all, fuck 'em all

    She handles herself with class
    She got a nice ass but she can't run no games on me
    She claim to like the stores and the clothes
    Jeans bleached with the holes, but she can't get my bank homie
    Too smart is no good, if she smart for no good
    It's so good, she can't flaunt her thing on me
    She can be full of swag, drive a jag
    Poppin' tags on the ave but she can't get her cake from me
    That sounded like the hook i threw at her in the swagger i rode in
    Said she came to feel me in, when she really came to fill me in
    Like baby what's the deal with it? seem to be attracted
    By the fiancee and finance that no wifey concealin' it
    Dealin' with life's shuffle, then fold
    Dippin' with the duffles i hold, if we are a couple, let's go
    To the place where we lead in the life to some sleep
    Bring the pipe, blow the weed, punchlines to be received

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