Lord have mercy on my soul
How many chickens have I stole?
One last night and night before
I'm goin' back and tryna' get ten, eleven mo', I'm star-
It ain't dope if you can't sell it
It ain't gas if you can't smell it
This that shit, if you can't tell it
You a lame
If you get digits then I'm with it
Crime committed, yo, i did it
Must admit it, got me rich as fuckin' Richie
Bought a dog and named him Dollar
Bought my bitch a diamond collar
Copped a '96 Impala
Two-inch dropper, made a squatter
Forgis, didn't it cost a dollar?
Money funny when you gettin' it
You ain't even gotta spend it (Money)
Turned the saints to sinnin'
Been this way since the beginnin'
When you broke and got potential
Everybody act all friendly
When you dominatin', winnin'
Everybody is an enemy
They pretendin', winnin'
And it's evil asses creepin' on you with a semi
Phony fuckers filled with envy
Get you lined right up in Lenox
They intention, leave you flat-lined
Laid out, meet an early endin'
But that's cliché
'Cause know the consequence that come with sinnin' (come with sinnin')
New beginnin' if you really 'bout that listenin' (I'm bearin' witness)
I'm a nigga that read Robert Beck, watch plays by August Wilson
I really miss my pretty stripper, read me Zoro while she kneelin'
It don't matter 'bout our valor if the system say we villains
It don't matter if you Jamil Al-Amin or Jeffery Williams
'Cause your enemy's the same and they will never see you different
I'm determined, I'm gon' earn it
'Fore I go to hell or heaven
I could be a Andy Young or i could be a Wesley Merritt
What I won't be is a sucker, punk or chump that's movin' scary
Ay, I am out Atlanta from the start until the endin'
I work a job and break my back to serve a sack and feed my children
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