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i remember back in da day,when i was packin the trey/
makin money while yall was laughin away/
i blasted a 8/ if cats was attackin my way/
i was already concious that yall was lackin gunplay/
i copped some weight, broke the 8-ball up and bagged it/
i was attached to money like magnet to magnet/
cooked the dope, get the baking soda out the cabinet/
grab the twenty twentie's, it was time to let em have it/
dey know im gettin my money and aint shit stoppin it/
i get to poppin vicks/ they drop like shit/ soon as i cock i spit/
rounds jumppin outta the clip/
you'll flip for tryna stop my bricks/
now dat da paper rollin in, fakers and posin friends/
tryna get close to yo ends,but my toast'll bring ammends/
two shots poke ya lens no hope to contend/
gettin big money toatin 44's and 10's/

good. flow was ongoing and interesting

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