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Better Than A Thousand Intro

my Denali hit Out for this four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pa it's not a big fairy tale that's my

better than the schools I'm not an asshole I'm just a little confused Just a lit fuse in the back of the pews Watching a thousand flavors of the same

better than you I went to Q's and recorded in his house to Gallco We 'bout to make you Bob from intro to outro [Jise One] Outro to intro, blazin' on

can think with yo front Like a new single, make sure you leak for a month Treat yo face like a buffet, and tell my niggaz "Eat whachu want" You'ono nuthin

he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know Typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (TURN IT UP

a precipice Remember Rip, you can't rhyme forever There's always somebody with better shit I keep you out the public eye for a reason You're a commodity

m O.T., 2 words: I'm gettin' money 2 verses: I'm gettin' twenty And that's thousands Hoo-ridin' through L.A. in a Bronco with Al Cowlings The head honcho

my style The printer of my ink, you gon' make a copy how? That's suicide, better call a gravedigger now He'll be digging a hole in your back yard like a

a time when it's all eyes on me, all I can do is be me A nigga, that ain't never scared to say what he see A hundred percent realer, than you will ever