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you ain't Sucka Free, don't fuck with me Cause I know you got your eyes, on my luxury [x2] And it's a fact (it's a fact) All you hating ass nigga didn

Ki's for you Bone the same bitch and catch the same disease with' you If it don't go down like that then they ain't your friend [Verse 1: E-Money Bags

now Shell drips in the back, no more walking now, you cough for pound Hitmen, slickmen cant bang with us Clips & spit 10 nigga aim & bust Cant discuss, the facts

in my music, man!" "We don't do that in my music, man! I'm tired of you saying that!" [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] We've got white-collar people trying to

them tricks and them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches (Repeat) Verse 1: Richie Rich Jack of all trades ballin' like Jordan you punk fake inside the paint in fact

Heaven aint hard to find... All you gotta do is look... [verse 1] Tupac Simply because you nervous Let me start off with my conversation Hopin

[Verse 1:] It's been pressed upon my heart to write To all of my fellow brethren in Christ Epaphras brought me a concern, my hope is shedding some light

[Verse 1:] To my fam in The Faith, stay away from a gospel that's fake It's falsified they deny the fact that all can be saved (1: 3) Jews and Gentiles

out on the blockers, chasin that dough, bad baby daddies, 1st of the month, child support, all non-voting, newport smoking, I still got love for ya'll and this goes out to my 3