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If money is a power, then knowledge is what you knowing
Know where you from, no matter where you going
And I keep flowing like that water when IÂ’m going
See I never trusted those niggas, or that mask what they showing
CanÂ’t take advantage from me like that bottle what you swallowing
CanÂ’t take a life of man that was born to be growing
I aint no clown, so donÂ’t except my teeth showing cuz
If I let them showing, then they might think they know me
See most of them niggas that I roll with it, yea they homies
And rest of them niggas in the game b, they kind of phoneys
Man, I should listen careful what my mom told me
People that rounds me, they are one that trying a blow me
And they people that I block, they really trying a show me
Never keep your doubt on your niggas or your homies
And I choose my words careful like that word in the bible
Word to my title, IÂ’m a ghetto like them walls on the scribbles
And IÂ’m a keep coming till fall, like them broads from idols
My mind is a power and IÂ’m strong as a survivor
As a long IÂ’m keep it getting it niggas wonÂ’t like it
Fuck it; we never were friends, see we never were likely
You can hate me, force me, torture me or fight me
CanÂ’t break a man that wonÂ’t melt like icy
Spicy, canÂ’t let the same man play me a twist, b

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Look nigga u donÂ’t need to act like u donÂ’t know
My niggas blow that good shit, we got dough
Bitches they wanna fuck, they always wanna stuck,
So I aint fuck with em bitches man, thatÂ’s whatÂ’s up,
And when you see that boy, yea they call me zany
Yea you might see me in the block man roll with that twenty
Yea, gold tooth on the teeth, Air force on the feet
IÂ’m a beast on the street; I got those keys on the street, yea
Mami look tight, she wanna party all night
Cause she know I love her brown looking eyes
And she know that boy Zane, looking so fly
And I aint cocking no pipe, I just smoking high
Yea em niggas do coke, yea my niggas push dope,
yea yall niggas so joke, see my niggas no broke
Yeah money is like bitch, I fuck it then I leave it
And if that bitch wonÂ’t come, I might go get it
Cause IÂ’m player, the boss, stunner,
yall know that nigga zany Zane, do what he wanna
I donÂ’t care about them niggas, what he says or she says
Im in the both man, taking pictures with the C.K
And I get pay every day, my niggas get high, yall niggas go by
See my niggas so flyyyy, yea yea we high in the moon
I told my girl Gina, I will be back very soon
And soon as I escape, I booked trip to the Paris
Took my shit out the caries, like we aint getting married
Like she aint going to have it, but fuck it
IÂ’m take a trip to the UK, you see that chick at the MySpace
She new face, IÂ’m new race, a good date, hood bake
Zany, I got that both, base nigga
and yea, every hustler got that prepay, free day
Me and my nigga most at the freeway,
Driving going hundred and ten, only honeys I sense itÂ’s the money I spend
Nigga u can ford a bitch but you canÂ’t pay out the rent
Danm, and thatÂ’s fucking shame, yall niggas fucking lame
yall bitches hypnotise, Yall play so many games,
Im dollar, pop collar, big boss, big timer nigga
Yall small time niggas, talking all that slicker
get hit quicker, so fast yall niggas cant count
I need little balance, so go touch the ground
Cause IÂ’m high on the clouds, high with the pounds
Smoking at ounce, like my money donÂ’t count
All my niggas just bounce, in the club, in the pub
In the bar, in the both, in the car, in the coupe,
In the street, in the house,
Nigga put that dinner, your bines, you finish your mouth
I run up on flipping, sipping, dipping clip in your mouth
I come deep in your house, yall nigga donÂ’t sleeping at couch
IÂ’m just bouncing and smoking, counting and posting
yall niggas been clowning and joking
Smoking ounce and you chocking
Come meet me at the august, see my face at the Google
IÂ’m a greatest, your tofu, you hatters, I smoke u
My people they locals, we creeping, we chock you
Never slepping, we close to, we deep in your soul too
We flipping, we supposed to, you sleeping, we coast you
And we smoke you, like cigarettes, go figure then,
Who is bigger man, IÂ’m nigga, then
ItÂ’s just me man, zany, no jigger man

CanÂ’t keep good man down, I coming for head belt watch you crow
See when IÂ’m around, yo them niggas be like whatÂ’s up now
And when IÂ’m down, them same niggas be like, fuck you blood
But IÂ’m a nigga from a hood, I know how business run
Catch them niggas at your spot, with your face on that gun
Oh yall niggas trying a sneak, aight take off, run
Niggas coming at your crib and put heat on your son
Niggas smoke you for that money, like ounce in the day
Trying a take whatÂ’s mine, and then pounce away
Get you eat your tongue for that shit you say
Get you drown in your own blood for that shit you play
Disappear like that sun light, this is what I said
Niggas call me tax man when I come for that head
I catch niggas in the club like, give my bread
But you how the shit gets, niggas get beat or dead
Only god is merciless, IÂ’m a hit you now
Take debt from a nigga, IÂ’m a get you crow
When is come for that money, I will hunt you down
Lord Jesus wonÂ’t save you, * you fuck up now *
Should thought about that nigga, when you cross that line
Should thought about that your life, when you took whatÂ’s mine

They say, Knowledge is power, life is breath
CanÂ’t guarantee there will be life after death
And when the judgement day come, yea none of us gone left
Yea, we all gone die, is a matter about the time
Cause seems like the time is tickin, and my mind trickin,
Trying get sight like kanye with rhymes I kicking,
Trying make the whole world understand, them lines I speaking
My homie died last summer, my minds different
IÂ’m on the different shit now because the grind is different
I work with rhymes now because the time is different
Mama used to cock rise and chicken, giving advice and teaching
but hardhead nigga didnÂ’t take advice and listen
me and my brother used to have fight in kitchen
Used to destroy the house, Pulling knife out the kitchen
Listen, when I eventually die, donÂ’t worry about me
make sure my moma get that pay check and bury me G
I aint worry, when I die niggas will tell hell of a story about me
donÂ’t know what the life after death gone be
Quest its cant get worsted than life they was givin me
So many good homies die, loosin life in the street
we shooting dice tryina eat

When IÂ’m pimping in this bitch, niggas know truth
And when is come to rap game, niggas call me both
My punch lines is like whoop, leave you out your toots
If yall niggas drama, aight start filled them uz
IÂ’m smooth like that oil that you put in your womb
Not like that bullet that been sitting in your doom
I talk about that door on your room, when I kick it boom
Drag your monkey ass out the house, yeah back to the zoom
Ma that ass, make my eyes wild like camera zoom
IÂ’m in the Benz with bitches and my niggas in sue,
See most my friends they flue, make tapes like clue
IÂ’m not talk about that tape, that you listing to
I talk about that tape, where girls get physical too
Good girls turn naughty like vivica new
while I sipping at my juice, kicking with crew
Zany and N.I.C, what more can say, yea Helsinki

When time gets hard bitch , cock that crack
Is like niggas in the yard, tryina get your back
I blow treats in the studio, and hit that track
Got no time for that bullshit, so I speak that fact
And lay back in the coupe and sip that jack
They said em things go ring but the Mac goes bbrraatt
And niggas gone sing, if we think they rats
Cuz aint worst niggas out there than snitch and snakes
I give mami some dick, and she feat me cake
Streets need me under em hoods, like wheels needs breaks
And they fell me in the hood like brick and lace
And that coke so good, you wonÂ’t fell your face
You might die overdoes, if you fill the base
But I donÂ’t give a shit nigga; take my bills to Jake
And cope the brace, watch them cops rush the place
And if niggas donÂ’t know you, they gone bust your face

whats beef? beef is when yall niggas start hidin from a street
beef is twhen your life aint sweet,
beef is when your heart started beat
beef is when I you, paranoid when I see you

Ma, I can hear your sound when you sing
I aint no clown or fin, Ima down for team
No trouble, no mean, just come for a drink, Ma
I grind for that cream, just looking for queen
Smoking pounds of that green, I got thousand of a dream
I know what you think, I might sounds like him
Holding crown like a king, just think
We can mix chocolate and a cream like that collar on your skin
Or we can fall apart like them flowers in the spring
Or we hit the mall and spending dollars for them jeans
but baby I just trying a taste that honey in your jean
And I aint tryin a be a mean, just telling you my pen
Maybe we can sin like Adam and an Eve
and if we never get together then its gotta be sum sweet
so we gotta be a sweet, just hallo at me peeps
yea Jay and D word, army and G
and you can bet for ya dollar when you see me
Im on the streets

As money come in, niggas change to change
Rappers get real funny, started changing names
Like freakloy, luminate, boy mike and cheddar
Yea yall look all nice but your wife look better
I shoot dice like pistols; take your life for ever
And In street smart, niggas know IÂ’m wise and cleaver
I rip that juice out your neck like slice of cheddar
Whatever, I trying a put my life together
See, I going through some storm like my life is weather
Like rain, health, sleet and snow
Niggas know when I let em go, its hell for show
And my flow keep them block hot like five O sirens
My attitude is Gangster, nigga IÂ’m totally violence
Like machine guns, I leave your homies totally silence
Helsinki street knowledge, all my homies wildest,
Homicide call niggas like telephone both
IÂ’m the one who slap Brandon, thatÂ’s a hell of a proof
And when the deaf come, donÂ’t worry about your enemies, son
Keep your eye on your people, and roll with your gun

IÂ’m the next worst thing since guns and trigger
Aint nuttin change homeboy, except them guns is bigger
plus IÂ’m nice as jigga, roofless car and license nigga
and my bitches going gangster like remy martin and rah digga,
you aint no Jamaican like marley, stop callin Jah my nigga
I work in the both with different rappers like rap city tigger
so I quest they figga they know IÂ’m big time nigga
big dimes with juice, fuck the shool like big drips nigga
Ima big lips nigga with them big chips like jigga
my lips sick, like sickles, niggas get sick like
I flip rhymes like pizzerias, I turn into bread
Get head in the bed, and turn white girls red
No beast rapper alive, all em best rapper are dead
new rappers change the game and start getting at bread
and mind is a terabu thing to waste, so put that shit in your head