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With The Pen I'm Mo Betta
You Lookin' For A Beef, I'm Just Lookin' For More Chedda
I'm Busy In These Streets Like Traffic In Bad Weather
I Can't See Or Hear The Hate That You Give Me I'm Helen Keller
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Since A Youngin I Been Dreamin' Bout A Coupe
But Reality It Hit Me From The Leaks In The Roof
If I Ain't With Ya Honey Then I Bees In The Booth
You A Lame and The Game Really Need Me This The Proof
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My Brother In These Streets He The Truth
He Got That Street Sweeper Knock A n*gga Off His Stoop
Left Him Well Done Now That n*gga Sippin' Soup
He Was sh*ttin' On His n*ggas Now He Bleedin' In His Coupe
Uh
We Workin' In Groups Until We All Rich
When It Comes To The Money I Just Make It Like Mitch
You Sent Them Shots To My Body But sh*t They All Missed
I Be Stephen Curry I'll Shoot Em Until They All Hit (It's The Real)
If They Forget It We Get The Club Lit
This sh*t Is (Hip Hop) On Some Thug sh*t
I'm Only with The Real And The Thugs b*tch Smokin' OG On Some California Love sh*t
(The Real)
Made My Best Dollar Makin' Drugs Flip (Facts)
I'm 100 In These Streets On Some Pun sh*t
Your Boy Gettin' Rowdy We Came To Run sh*t
(That n*gga Soft)
And I'm Tryna To Get These Ones Lit
That n*gga Talk More Than A b*tch, He Should Say Less
I Be Stephen A with The Smith, You Skip Bayless
I Be Young Thuggin' Your b*tch, Now You Bae Less
I Be Coppin' More Than A Zip , That's Why I Payless
I Wear My Polo Robe To The Strip, That Boy Stay Fresh
Get Booked You Know I'm Pleadin' The Fifth, f*ck What They Say Next
I'm The Best Out We Takin' All Bets Got Me Lookin' Like Money May Vs Marquez
I'll Body Anything Word To Funk Flex
Then I Put The 12 Gauge To That Small Vest
Smokin' Purple Haze Bumpin' Dipset, Thumbin' Through A Check My IG Got Your b*tch Wet
Them n*ggas Hatin' I Ain't Touchin' 6 Figures Yet
Tryna To Hit A Lick On Me Will Get You Bench Pressed
Ridin' Through My City Like De Blasio
n*ggas Talkin' Like They Want Smoke Who Gon Stop Me Though
Your b*tch Swallow di*k She A c*cky Hoe
This Ain't My Best sh*t This My Saké Flow
I Put Coke On My Feet These Huaraches Though
I Keep It Street Like Quarter Waters and A Butter Roll
How You n*ggas Gettin' Money If Ya Mama Broke?
Talkin' Like You In A Benz She Drive A Honda Though
n*ggas f*cked Up In The Game
Everybody Whippin' Crack But Ain't Nobody In Pain
Old n*ggas Washed Up Lookin' Like Eddie Kane
I'm A Magician With The Words Something Like David Blaine
(Ya Digg)
I'm Here Now All That sh*t Gon Change
Wack n*ggas Hang It Up Stay The f*ck Out My Way You Heard