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Yeah. Niggas ain't about shit nowadays. Yeah. Fuck 'em. Nigga, I got two loaded semis. Y'all out to get Grammys, I'm past that, I Want Emmys. Just call me Manson, I got control over heart, Soul, and some. It's tragic how your homeboy fell for the parlor Tricks, talking don't amount to a pile of shit. Rigorous activity on the mic. Stoney Mack, tell these niggas what it's like. One for the money, two for the money. Niggas doing what they gotta do for the money. And they just might run up on you for Your money. They just might run up on you For the money. Say what? Two for the money. Uh-huh. One for the money. Yeah. Niggas sell dope and bust guns for the Money. Yeah. to jail, get smoked, die young for The money. Go to jail, get smoked, and die Young for the money. Just come inside and let Me show you why we ride. It's all a strive. Together we abide, Collide. Thoughts of the sinners, the caliber crazy In this. The.380 bandits, my nigga, the starters And the finishers. I holler a quit. Why? Let him go. Let that nigga go on A mission to chase that ho. The rules I learned, learn, burn or get burned. Bitches ain't shit, never is, never were. Never were. One, I was hustling. Two, I was gang banging. And three, I started my first gang in Playpen. Then at four, I started my first war. At five, pulled knives and sticks, and then I Turned six. Six. That's where I got my first Gat. Gat. Seven, first time I laid a nigga Flat. Eight, I bought my first eighth for some Bomb. Nine, I spit my first rhyme, It was bomb. Thirteen, that's when I got my First beam. Served my first MC with ease, Nigga please. I once had a girl named Janet. She had the best head on the planet. Oh shit. I once had a homie named Craze That was with me. Let's fuck the bitches and Get paid. The flamethrower, aiming in flame. Tarantula, my nigga, I remember the days. I know you mad because I'm doing my thing. Fitted on low, wrist froze, chain hang. I can hear you talk, but I don't care What you say, 'cause it's all about the paper. And we get money, shit ain't funny over here. So I'ma say it one time to make this Clear. I know you talking, but for real I Can't hear if it ain't about the paper. The paper, the paper. Yeah, I know you mad. Caterpillars, low roll. Do what I wanna do in slow-mo. I can tell that you got the scent of A broad. I can smell it for miles and Miles here and abroad. Abroad. Gangster, too much G. In him, in him, in him, in me. Together we are, together we be. Together we stand, we stand, we eat. It's just me. I can't be you. Your squad's a kindergarten, I raise the zoo. I'm infrared approach, you Daisy Dukes. I'm all about the paper, you paper loose. I'm oxygenated gin and juice, Hen and Goose Combined. And you? You apple juice. Squeeze it out you. Me, example proof. I'm your nigga, I'm just tryna tell you the Truth. Where's know you mad because I'm doing my Thing. Fitted on low, wrist froze, Chain hang. I can hear you talk, but I Don't care what you say, 'cause it's all about The paper. And we get money, shit ain't funny over here. So I'ma say it one time to make this Clear. I know you talking, but for real I Can't hear if it ain't about the paper. The paper, paper. Yeah, I know you mad.