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Finally gotaa a piece of the profit
Wine and chese and the seat by the cockpit
eyein me ，for your bitch be watching
Eyein me she kept eyeing me
Every day we just making deep profits
Money longer im going into Deep pockets
Hand is to the celling when im in the building
how you make a living
Lately never chilling mind is on a million‘
things i gotta do
ladies want me when there no time for chiliing
no time for you
ive been on a different type of time
i live unlike the rest different type of grind
im on a south beach tony montan
feelin like the whole world is mine
and i sit back let your mind run
no.man knows when his time gon come
every action think about the outcome
cause i never outrun no bullet from a gun
dont ask malcolm ask how come
ask any real nigga really bout some
when you in the field nigga dont play dumb
better keep your eyes peeled in the rearview
know a couple niggas in , the ville who kill you
run up in you hands on the wheel and air your out
never give a **** ， never hear you out
News clip poppinup about you wherabouts
You dont really want the war so dont go there
Got my middle fingers up in my underwear
When im ****in the world on some G shit
With the waviest ,make you seasick
Hope you can swim in the rhythm im deliverin
She drown,im tellin her to get a friend
White girls and they love for my melanin
kiss me all over my brown skin
i got the soul of a black king
it takes control when im rapping
let the bitch unload like a mac 10
Drrt Drrett that all that happend
blast off ,x2
lift off
these rap niggas be acting up
pop man shit can't back it up
don't let me catch you lackin
i pack you inside then mess em up
Mark them days on the calendar
Dont you dare dodge shis challenger
Sonics s hedge hodgin
Got heads boppin way out in Africa
Radios be lackin though
You cant front on talents so
Ima kill like every show and any foe and any flow
No flex when i be in the zone
Know to watch when i come on
I check in in the microphone
Collect this check then im headin home
But it aint alway been like this
Member when we was broke as shit
Savin Ls til next week
My ashtray still got a roach in it
I hit it until my finger tips
Get burnt at the filter tip
Fore i learn to take a risk
i aint even had
a pot to piss in ,listen, im twisting the system
the mission the recognition
i see the futue clealy
my premonitions is scary
pray that they burry me
where my soul
has been heavenly sent
for the fathers and mothers of this art that we formin
we call it hip hop
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