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Countin money all I seem to hear is Benji
Hater we ain't it's just semis talkin
They they have a penny on em
Now I walk around with twenty with like a milli on em
up my boots, put on my strap
And go for that paper I'm like "where it's at?"
lookin at me, I'm starin back (I see you)
Feelin I'm superman
Every time I this mac
Monday, it's probably 106 &
Tuesday, probably in the hood it get dark
Wednesday, Probably catch me swimmin wit the
Wit blood drippin from my shoes, these Lu's cooler my heart
Let me out my cell, right on the mission
Fresh from off a bail, right in the kitchen
Who the fuck gon pay my
I got? this?
And eighty grams of crack
He the feds probably come for ya
said I tried to kill em when I go to court
I hope they dont find me guilty, my word against they word
And I get a chance to speak
I caught my case nine of my niggas, and I'm the only one they beat
I it for the team
Even though I had a like Martin Luther King
Who thought I'd be cover of these magazines
Cause I be spittin fire flow, I'm
y'all niggas gon say about me?
My niggas they don't play about me
South Philly niggas that'll spray me
Pay q dollar bail in a day bout me
Ain't gotta sound real, cause they'll you that
I'm on the top floor, I started where the at
Made, Bitches!