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If not for mine

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[Verse 1: CJ Fly]

This budget of mine always fucks with my pride

Until I feel we doing fine I'll be subject to crime

I bother why?, a tad bit out of touch with father time

Feeling like another abandoned child, that's been effected

Never half stepping, got a way with the words but no sense of direction

Like dice betting, nice women and nice weapons

Wasn't no one to teach me mistakes made life lessons

How I get it?, all the money that I'm spending

With my henchmen, doors opened and I went in

Know this was never really the path that I chose

The cash and hoes, the flashy clothes the links of massive gold

Only planning to give him a half of one dose

Top of the morning they'll be asking fo' mo', offers from chicks who actually do blow

Now I got the whole strip on lock, chip off the old block made chips on the old block

Plus, some cats rub me wrong so I ain't feeling 'em man

What I'm pose to do think twice cause I'm killing a man

Feds is watching posting scoping while they sit in a van

Word was I was hot, so pan what they did with the cam

Trying to catch me in the act like cinemagram

I must be trash cause they trying to throw me in a can

Fiends rush me whoa homie don't touch me, ain't never seen you before you ain't a regular custy

He begin to jibber jabber, trying to get a nigga madder

Got me pissed like I had a health issues with my bladder

All that he was say I acted like I ain't know about

"I know what you got in store, so why is you holding out?"

You a bit to fast homie, you gon' need to slow it down

Until I lay in the earth I'm forever holding my ground

Because I touch figures I don't ever trust niggas

It's just my luck, he was moving like a sus' niggas

Then I, started questioning his identity, heard bullets have no name if they Fly then I guess they're meant for me

You and I are two different entities, you just pussy I love pussy that's gushy and titties

Wasn't friends with me so I guess that made him my enemy

Left me alone eventually couldn't evidence on me

If you know me I always keep a large clientele, how could I go wrong while I'm getting calls on the cell

Said they needed a hit I gave 'em a fix, I would say it with some shit

The vocals that I laid come out crisp, and I'm supposed to give a fuck if a hater gon' diss

Gone be my name on the disc when I'm making it big

Oh no soul sold, get a watch that's rose gold, I won't have to ask for the time no mo'

The POPO is the reason that the poor poor

Ain't trying to be paying taxes we trying to make our own dough