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So Wayne
your motivation?

Is really a question?
Do you really have written down in your notepad
You be ashamed of yourself
You me, girl
I smell like

See, that's what don't understand
To me it was get money or die
I up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know what I I'm stunner junior
Tha's all I know, that's all I ever
Get money or get
You know what I'm saying and I feel way for real

So hard I go I pushing
The so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip trying to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand everytime I played hookie
Carter absent keep looking
I'm on the block, I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright like on the watch
Yeah nigga, I done one eleven on the watch

So watch and see I do
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing
got the shivers, mayne I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after
F. Baby now the F is for Fema
Sick nigga I spit that Leukemia
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

And that's my point right there
That's what I'm trying to stress, you know what I'm saying
If you understand me, if you don't feel me then you ain't real
In my eyes, and that's all count to me you know
So, is your music considered the of
Urban America or America
I mean, I would say the of the hood 'cause thats who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family, who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life, you

C'mon, this shit, nigga, pump my shit
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood bitch
You gotta aim that and straight bust that shit
motherfuck them niggas what they wanna do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black
Fucking with the boy, baby, that's a
If he won in Vegas him on the crap table

I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in stable
Like make a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
Gotta get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma it
Then it's back to doing any damn just to get it
The re-ups be like parties
No room to the cars in the garages
So the cribs all you see is the roggies
If I say it right, fuck it, I ain't foreign
me

And see that's everybody get me wrong at
You what I mean I got that heat rock, for real
Why do you other rappers lack the impact of your music?
That's because they ain't got heat rock like me
You what I mean
They ain't spitting like me, spitting
But, know I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over man, for real
I need relief, help me, for real
I y'all sick of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real

And based on the bank, I'm much better
Than a lot of niggas, I'm tired of these niggas
Yawning when I see them make me stretch and the burner
I'm cocking and passing, they catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh, that gone probably burn ya, that gone learn ya
To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, come around here no more
gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I should ride the Pope
But the boy so hood I just with my hoe, yeah yeah

And tell 'em Hollygrove
'em 'bout my last show
Tell 'em 'bout my hoe
You know just born to
Call me Sanders bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime falling back
That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as
me

And that's just it is, nigga
If you don't like my shit then fuck you and shit, man, straight up
how I was tough, that's how I was brought up
And that's how go down, man, for real
Cash-money, young-money in your motherfucking throat
Swallow
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