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Not even can stop me now
we're flying overhead
they words cant bring me down
boy I've been raised from the dead dead

Kim cargo with shells in fargo
laughing waiting to go cash these
my chick bad with she been sharp tho
name brand whore she than marlo
grey four pipe gallardo
dark low on like fuck haraldo
for trayvon I'm strapped napalm
run in the bank like this won't take long
we don't want your we comin for straight bonds
so stay calm, no off spray spray off
so bug off or get off
my chucks rugs becaro plush loft
trucks porsche meeting Bugatto drug lords
discuss sauce, speaking of powder need more (early)
niggas act when they deals
ran to the for the same acura as seinfield
i got a lawyer thats corrupted klienfield
go to carlitos way its a must you grind still
trappin back of my still
drunk at a as a make a bottle of wine spill
off my hiatus, hi haters
reckless when i a rhyme or violator
squares you ever bought was now and laters
once you buzzing, the hoes comin,
American dreams through somehow
i swore id til i was dead
i heard the streets were paved with
thats my father said
off some new shit, made it from breakin two bricks
bosses take losses and workers just excuses
every is exclusive, every word is abusive, pay a third if you used it
get a bird, you can move it, what I'm bout nigga
on a mountain I'm so far like a couch nigga
crack the g give 10% to the house nigga
get on your shit n'other rappers spit, its a drought
louboutin slippers, margiela jacket
niggas don't wanna get money they got a habit
gotta habit, automatics and low fabric
you had a its too late, no basket
the strip dry, need wet work, wrappin that second
it was bustin the first,
the second she fussin, i be the next skirt
network, flew me to mexico, the
left the presie, took the marina, terrace around the corner can overlook the
known to hook up a diva, celine bag on my hena, jeremy her adidas, she living regina
just who your friends and associates,
before you ride out you better who you rollin with
no to hide out as long as handled appropriate
ballin like he mike, .45 you approach em wit
American dreams through somehow
i swore id til i was dead
i heard the streets were with gold
thats my father said