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National Anthem (Fuck The World)
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Personal OG
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Live By The Game
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High (feat. Danny Brown)
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Harold’s
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Scarface
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Thuggin’
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Supplier
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Shitsville
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Bomb (feat. Raekwon)
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Real
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Deeper
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Uno
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Robes (feat. Domo Genesis, Earl Sweatshirt)
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Shame (Feat. BJ The Chicago Kid)
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Knicks
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Broken (feat. Scarface)
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Still Livin'
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Lakers (feat. Ab-Soul, Polyester the Saint)
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BFK
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Fuckin' up the Count
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Piñata (feat. Domo Genesis, G-Wiz, Casey Veggies, Sulaiman, Meechy Darko, Mac Miller)
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Careless
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Watts (feat. Big Time Watts)
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Rep 2 Tha Fullest (feat. Jay Rock)
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Str8 Killa No Filla (feat. Big Kill)
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Bout It Bout It (Feat. Kirko Bangz)
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Narcos
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Rock Bottom (feat. Bun B)
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Pronto
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Rearview
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Playa (Mexicans With Guns Remix)
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Eastside Moonwalker
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The Real G Money
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Forever And A Day
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Lately
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Lay It Down
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Extradite
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Came Up
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Playa (Trackademics Remix)
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187 Proof
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Basketball Wives
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Oil Money
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Insecurities
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Freddie Gordy
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Money, Clothes, Hoes (MCH)
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Lil' Sodi
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Boxframe Cadillac
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Slammin' (Maker Edit)
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B.A.N.ned
The devil is a motherfuckin' liar
Straight kill 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here we come though
Took his order, then I served his quarter like five nickels
Man, I'll stay on point like icicle
Niggas can't decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
Took my money to the source, and said "Fuck the man in the middle"
Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's what we had boy
Erica was the bag lady, I was the bag boy
Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage
Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
In this new age, dude's wage is fugaz'
I'm the whole gallon and half pint like School Daze
I been killin' 'em, since Kool Moe Dee, Ra', Kool, 'Face
Zero dollars, zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang, nigga
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
I used to lay in bed, starin' at the ceilin' fan
Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a killer gram
Tryna understand, why I wanna kill a man
With high hopes like rubber tree, plants, and ants
We cheat death, with each breath, the only one who make -
It last forever is Keith Sweat, you ever see a -
Body lyin' dead, in the streets yet, then eat breakfast?
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