Ok Fresh Money in the building Bitch this weed got me higher than the fucking ceiling And everyday of my life my crew go make a killing the game Ya got ya cash in a safe watch a Nigga steal it Yeah me and Jarred we got money Blowing I will Take ya head off ya shoulders and get to bowling I got a talent for rapping and ima show it Nigga Pulled out his iPhone and Yeah,I saw that it was broken Uh F To The M To E Baby Too much love make a man go crazy Uh,Chillin In Miami Me and My Rap Niggas Fuck wit the streets End up wit a Cap Nigga Haha Im Freestyling,Yeah none of this shit was wrote down Money Getting Stacked Nigga Watch me Drown Yeah Fresh Money Higher than Space and the Stars Lambo,Buggati and Ferrari Thats all my cars Yeah I pull the trigga til my hands cripple like Fred Sanford Called Up my boy chris And Yo! he got 2 Dancing Uh LMCMB Is what Im fucking repping This Blood Turf Tell them crips to watch where they stepping Yeah D.B.D Death Before Dishonor I promise to remain Truthful I will never be dishonest Yeah My Birthday came and went And if u wit F.M.E Be expected to win Yeah you know im straight up a OG Man Mess wit me The world shall have no Peace And if ya fuck up you can deceased My money increased yo shit decreased Haha Tell That To all my Haters I Just wanted something out So I Holla At Ya Later!!
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