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With The Pen I'm Mo Betta
You Looking For A Beef, I'm Just Looking For Mo 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
Uh
My Brother In These Streets He The Truth
He Got That Street Sweeper Knock A n***a Off His Stoop
Left Him Well Done Now That n***a Sipping Soup
He Was sh**ting On His n***as Now He Bleeding In His Coupe
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We Working 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** 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** Is (Hip Hop) On Some Thug sh**
I'm Only with The Real And The Thugs b**h Smoking OG On Some California Love sh**
(The Real)
Made My Best Dollar Making Drugs Flip (Facts)
I'm 100 In These Streets On Some Pun sh**
Your Boy Getting Rowdy We Came To Run sh**
(That n***a Soft)
And I'm Trying To Get These Ones Lit
That n***a Talk More Than A b**h, He Should Say Less
I Be Stephen A with The Smith, You Skip Bayless
I Be Young Thugging Your b**h, Now You Bae Less
I Be Copping 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 Pleading The Fifth, f** What They Say Next
I'm The Best Out We Taking All Bets Got Me Looking Like Money May Vs Marquez
I'll Body Anything Word To Funk Flex
Then I Put The 12 Gauge To That Small Vest
Smoking Purple Haze Bumping Dipset, Thumbing Through A Check My IG Got Your b**h Wet
Them n***as Hating I Ain't Touching 6 Figures Yet
Trying To Hit A Lick On Me Will Get You Bench Pressed
Riding Through My City Like De Blasio
n***as Talking Like They Want Smoke Who Gon Stop Me Though
Your b**h Swallow Dick She A co*ky Hoe
This Ain't My Best sh** This My Saké Flow
I Put Coke On My Feet These Huaraches Though
I Keep It Street Like Quarter Waters and A bu*ter Roll
How You n***as Getting Money If Ya Mama Broke?
Talking Like You In A Benz She Drive A Honda Though
n***as f**ed Up In The Game
Everybody Whipping Crack But Ain't Nobody In Pain
Old n***as Washed Up Looking Like Eddie Kane
I'm A Magician With The Words Something Like David Blaine
(YA Digg)
I'm Here Now All That sh** Gon Change
Wack n***as Hang It Up Stay The f** Out My Way You Heard