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No matter what the weather we be getting our cheddar So we can have a better tomorrow, oh, oh Money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a better tomorrow! Coach, put me in the game I'm for real, other peoples trying to put me in them chains. Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame We can even load it, and cock it and put it in they brains I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain. Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane. Precise, like a shooter at the range But I ain't trying to shoot it with you rappers, I'll just shoot it at your dame! Y'all never should have threw me in the game Found a new word for weed, that was so me, I threw it in my name! My soul laid out on the block like arms spraying The law hating, warring like blacks and Caucasians God versus Satan, I'm laying in the dark with the ...waiting Letting off first basing. Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub Deuce high when he cruise by, spotting his love Hold the mic like a 38 muzzle to snub This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove. Above rap, capital Gs speak on the facts Please believe that, meaning that I keep it a stack He's back, he a beast on the track The only time that I go soft is probably with your freak in the sack. Feel the bass make sure he shake, Murder verse, first, 48 Manslaughter, nearly caught a case I crack heads more than base Stack bread when I orchestrate, That said, y'all the base No matter what the weather we be getting our cheddar So we can have a better tomorrow, oh, oh Money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a better tomorrow! I seen niggas sniff coke through a crazy straw Come out they shirts sweating bullets with the Bobby Brown jaw Dry mouth, grinding back and forth plus he's steaming a Newport We all holding the torch! Few staircase murders, some burners don't blam right Guns that kicked around the wall, you better stand tight Full of X, AKs, wild in lobbies, bulletproof PJs ... spunned like the DJ CSI traumatized by viewing the instant replay Sponge bob niggas get scar, nigga I'm off style in any section of the hood, I'll pull your car, nigga! No matter what the weather we be getting our cheddar So we can have a better tomorrow, oh, oh Money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a better tomorrow! See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat? See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat? Yo, yo, hey yo! I used to be so narcissistic, park the whips and spark the biscuits Spit hollow tipped shells at the narcs with quickness Live to tell the tale, cause only God's my witness Been a long time, change gonna come son, I'm optimistic! I hold the shield like Ron O'Neal Super fly, do or die, killer hill, Brownsville Never win, never will, yes I can, yes I will! Put a dot upon your knot then I shoot through your grill Like a dentist, my apprentice speaks with a vengeance Demented scientists counting bodies inside trenches That's judges off the benches, got inches for y'all wenches We plant those hot seeds then drove in cold winters! No matter what the weather we be getting our cheddar So we can have a better tomorrow, oh, oh Money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard For a better tomorrow! See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat? See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat So you rather pursue death than admit defeat?
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