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Man I just woke up
Mind on my money

Thinkin' bout all them hundreds
That I can come up on
But The 5-0's comin'

They always keep a ^!$$% runnin'
My mind is made up


Aim to the sky, gotta take flight
For the One Time-Time, pop my nine
This my time, gotta get mine

24/7 grind, this my life

I hope you believe me

Cuz I ain't stoppin' till my %#@! blow up
From the floor up, I'mma get it in
If you rockin' with a click, throw it up

Throw them dubs up, gettin' dividends
^!$$% who gon' stop me?
I'm gunnin' till a mother$#&@a drop me aye

^!$$% who gon' stop me?
I'm gunnin' till a mother$#&@a pop me aye
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Right off the bat ^!$$%
Cook crack ^!$$%
Flowin' an immigrant flow

Where he at ^!$$%
Beat the walls of the beat
You know what it is

%#@!tin on you ^!$$%s can you smell the kid
I don't think they hear me
Man I'm cooler than them skinny jeans

Pull a ruger on a ^!$$% for offending me
I'm on a different scale, color different tone
Nappy roots on my dome, need a couple combs,

Yeah, I'm a bout it bout it ^!$$%
I'm a no limit soldier, I ain't gotta $#&@in' limit
Plenty wanna be me, but your ho she wanna do me

Givin' her the business, put your lips around my dubee
Who me? Who me? You ain't speakin to me
I'm speakin to myself cuz ain't nobody close to me

And the closet ^!$$% to me is them ^!$$%s with them boobies
$#&@ it, you ^!$$%s (*##$es
$#&@ it, you ^!$$%s snitches


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Verse:
I hope you had a couple seconds
^!$$% soak it in

I'm better than you and your crew and your rappin' friends
I'm a beast, I'm a problem, Nope
I'm the ^!$$% eatin up all of these mother$#&@in' goblins

^!$$%, ya I'm cooler than you thought
Freddy Kruger in ya thoughts
All black in your yaught

Taking everything you bought
From your fitted to your socks
Bumbaclock, I ain't never gonna stop, ya dig

Snitches never prosper, me I need an Oscar
Grammy award ^!$$%, I'm kickin' ya door ^!$$%
I'm flowin this way because I'm in 5th ward ^!$$%

I'm 5150 don't think you $#&@in' with Nifty ^!$$% I'm here
And I don't really plan on leavin'
U.L.A. he in the back with your (*##$ and she's dry heavin'

Kick Push, Kick Push
I ain't Lupe I just really wanna Dick Bush


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