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    This is Quiet money fo life, understand huh
    This is quiet money fo life, TBS huh
    Get it right, huh

    [AZ]
    This another one street stressing
    Keep pressing, he's guessing
    Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
    Where I been thats the key question?
    Niggas yelling keep repping
    I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence
    I speak in lesson if u seeking reference
    Never leave ya weapon
    See me if u need connections we insessing
    Built aggression only brief accession
    I mean my niggas filled wit flexions
    So believe he's resting, leave the message
    Fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave u naked
    I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this
    Thats probabtion got us extra hating
    No explaintion for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations
    This rap shit got us celebriting
    Like we Saving, we in hell with satan
    Jails are waiting smell probabtion
    Serve time got us telemaking
    Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating (nothing)

    Yo, at fourthteen my hot ass was chasing bitches
    At fifthteen my brother told me get them digits
    Told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches
    Don't floss to hard don't burn no riches
    Don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy
    And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already
    No ass betting if u show it you betta blast it
    Math class on the corner yea I past it
    Die right now take twenty from you bastards
    Fuck it throw a fifth of henny in my casket
    Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull
    I just went to high school with the clip full
    First nigga act get a clip full
    Mama raised me but the streets made me
    Rum got me hAZy chasing this cream
    Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team
    And I'm gone make the block work
    Sos reing me up got the hood on clockwork
    Bedstuy nigga you know its on
    Gotta flow so strong you could put it in a bomb

    [Chorus]
    When I die I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
    Cash inside coffins, Memories get lost when you die
    The legacy is eye for an eye but overall I will survive nigga (2x)

    Jump out the drop top
    Catch you why u copping at that weed spot
    Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot
    I'm in the trinches thats where ya'll niggas scared to come at
    Where all the guns at
    Where my shorties flip them ones at
    Thats where my son's at
    You speak of war but you don't want that
    I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
    I air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out
    I knock a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out
    I leave you lace up, you paralized from the waste up
    I'll fuck your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up
    I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up
    If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up
    I mean I fucked up, fuck around you getting stuck up
    Press ya luck up, back this motherfucking truck up
    I'm bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out
    I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your back out
    And knock the glock out, air this whole fucking block out
    I knock a cop out, fuck a high school drop out
    Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out
    I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout
    The M A S A, You run your mouth we smack the tast out
    We blow your face out, Pay the judge to throw the case out

    Check the game and the cats that play in it
    Quiet money youngest luetenit
    Yea world it's been a minute, I'm in it
    To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete
    Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat
    Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends
    W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams
    The cash the cream, from the cradle to the casket green
    Got the game tied up we the nasties team
    We flash we steam if its on then we mash your beam
    Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
    Your back is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed
    The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way
    We touch we lay in the streets its a must we play
    We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way
    from light to day its only right that we cock and spray
    We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away
    I told you A what the game need is a change of speed
    Visulize the realism I'm a dangerous speed

    Chorus (2x)

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