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I got a feelin' n***a, really, that my money be the root Look up at the stars, she like, hunnid, where the roof? Pull up in the dogs, canaries, they go on roof Even once had a job, pourin' top on the roof That boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth So now when I'm a nod, you give massage, it's the proof Proof's in the pudding and that bacon, soda takin' Paper that I'm makin', got her takin' photos naked Listenin' to n****s like whistlin' at Wendy Williams I flip my middle finger, I'm chillin' on 20 million The rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin' at the top These hoes so excited, so they catchin' every drop I'm dodgin' debacles like potholes in Jamaica We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both, but somehow I got by Treflo pray, Mike Vic pay Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write That Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light But who really cares, we just throw it in the air Celebratin' wealth, pourin' more in than I have Excuse me, her weed, the blue is the weed Trunk full of white car, smell like blue cheese That boy get salad, beef bout movements BM-dubs on them big things, lookin' foolish Shawty sittin' low, big things poppin' Tip on the Glock from a trip up in Compton Shootin' at the cops, *** one time I gave her to the block, I *** one time We boys in the hood and n***a, you're Lil Trey Suppress your appetite, we takin' your Lil Trey Love my handgun, but my chopper still is *** Banned in 1994, but I'm too legit to quit Ninety-ninety-six kilos was the *** But that was better than roofin' that ***, be bad for your skin N****s was ruthless, Lord knows that I sin But I thought about my future in the loops, I could pen Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets Kept my name low-key, I ain't heard from in weeks I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically I did it for the city, but now everybody mad at me Mother*** them all, they sweat for my balls If I drop another album, I did that for my dogs Ten made bucks, everybody ride me I just sit back like, look what I did Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness Once I say my prayer, everybody back to business Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant People lookin' from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk Reincarnated, spirit of a G Beef will make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat A Farrakhan aura, paws on the pork You eat from the bowl while your dog need a fork N****s ain't loyal, snakes slithered in they coil I'm laughin' at you cuz, kill you n****s when I'm bored We steppin' on you crew till the mother***ers crush And makin' sweet love to every woman that you lust I love to pay your bills, can't wait to pay your rent Curtis Jackson, baby, mama ain't askin' for a cent Burn the house down, you gotta buy another Don't forget the gas can, jealous, stupid mother***er To another chapter, paper that I capture Caught up in the rapture of gunshots and laughter Homicide is human, n****, you lookin' funny Women love to stare cuz they know they see the money I open up a mine by opening bank accounts Deposit a hundred stacks, break up, won't take it out Baby, that's a gift, maybe you can live I knew it wasn't work, but I just like to give Used to run the street, young n***a bare feet Now I'm in the suites, enemy in crab meats Ice so ripe, other rappers envy They callin' all my jewelers up, askin' where they spendin' Thinkin' bout boss, not thinkin' bout them It's a letter to my enemies, one I won't send Amen Thank you for watching!

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