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[Chorus]
Started with a dream, that’s all I ever had yeah
Haters talking ’bout me I done made ’em mad, yeah
Now all I know is count my blessings count this cash, yeah
Too paid to chase a bitch so I’ma chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah [x2]
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag
Chase a bag, yeah yeah, chase a bag, yeah

[Verse 1]
Started with a dream, now I swear to God I’m winning
I come from the bottom, nigga, look how my pockets sittin’
$50,000 in ’em, been chasing that bag since a youngin’
Cops and robbers, nigga
We chase a bag, yeah, we make ’em mad, yeah
We all lit around this bitch laser tag yeah
I count my blessings twice before I bless the mic
I check a bag yeah like I’m catching flights
I’m in my bag right now, I think they mad right now
See I was running round wild, could have fouled out
Ooh child, things are gonna get a little easier
Had to fix the antenna so the TV worked
Invested with the money off the weed he served
From the bottom had to grind ’til everything reversed
Word

[Chorus]
Started with a dream, that’s all I ever had yeah
Haters talking ’bout me I done made ’em mad, yeah
Now all I know is count my blessings count this cash, yeah
Too paid to chase a bitch so I’ma chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah [x2]
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag
Chase a bag, yeah yeah, chase a bag, yeah

[Verse 2]
Life’s way too short to take a break I had to make a way
Didn’t wait for nothing, I got shit done
Fuck niggas can’t relate
I sold more zips to niggas in the ‘hood than Bathing Ape
I got that swag I’m in my bag just call me Jake The Snake
They talk that shit but show respect
When we meet face-to-face
Might teach they ass about subtraction when I take away
From the bottom like some roots
Yeah me and God been in cahoots
My mama told me lock shit down
I said I will just like a boot
I’m like 2Pac I got the juice
And bitch I got more kicks than Bruce
I’m in Balmain bitch fuck a suit
I slide LVs all through my loops
I’m fresh as hell I’m bustin’ moves
Gettin’ to dough just like a coupe
I been had hoes like I was Luke
Your hoe wanna blow me like a nuke
She said she’ll blow me like some soup
I told her blow me like a flute
Then she blew on me like I’m Duke
Gave me top just like a roof
If you want beef that’s on my daughter
Like Kyle Korver I’ma shoot
This rapper smoke shit like he Snoop
Then get right back to the loot

[Chorus]
Started with a dream, that’s all I ever had yeah
Haters talking ’bout me I done made ’em mad, yeah
Now all I know is count my blessings count this cash, yeah
Too paid to chase a bitch so I’ma chase a bag, yeah
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag, yeah [x2]
Chase a bag, chase a bag, chase a bag
Chase a bag, yeah yeah, chase a bag, yeah

I put in that work young nigga livin’ his dreams
I came out them trenches like Sting
Remember them days when I used to sit on them swings
And watch niggas dealin’ to fiends
They served to my mama wish I had a burner to pop ’em
You don’t know the feeling it brings
I feel like the Hulk I used to have rips in my jeans
But I had to get to the green
I swallowed the odds, because I’m anointed with God
The devil can’t get in between
Gripping my chrome while I sit on my throne
Tell them niggas come on ain’t no killin’ the king
You’ll die in the summer for talking that shit in the spring
So fall down like you sipping that lean
If you ain’t from here you the visiting team
You gon’ leave in a stretcher ain’t no limousine
Brace yourself for the truth it may hurt a bit
The good thing about pain is you learn from it
Make sure your desire survives through the fire
The disappointment and discouragement
Better move like you know what your purpose is
Never say die, learn to fly through that turbulence
Stop placing the blame you say it’s God’s
But really you don’t know whose word it is
Gotta know who the serpent is know they oppress us
That bitch got more game than a tournament
In the church is the prayer from your preacher
That’s program gets paid to perform at the services
If it ain’t ether cancel it verses ain’t tampered with
Rap god and my word is permanent
I pack heat in my head like a perm in it
So you know how I roll like a percocet
One thing for certain is whoever purchased this
Gone say it’s worth it he murdered it
Don’t forget so we know what we working with
If they try it we riot like Ferguson
Earthquake so I step on your stomping grounds
When it come to my kids I don’t fuck around
Do whatever then I hear they stomach growl
Play with mine you gon’ learn how that thunder sounds
Bitch you better be real good at ducking down
Before you know what it’s like to sleep underground
If you’d like then my .40 could dumb it down
I’m so cold I could cool any summer down
Took my time gave it thought like a chess move
Weigh my options then go make my best move
I do this shit for my fam
I took that shot for my blood like a flesh wound
Never answering questions no press room
Talking foul might get hit with this tech soon
So don’t get me pissed ’cause I’ll go do that shit
And then go wash my hands like a restroom
Give your bitch the business like a manager
Pussy pink beat it up ’til it’s lavender
How I fuck she gon’ think he was amateur
I don’t smoke I don’t drink I got stamina
I’m a boss I got all of the sauce
So these hoes in my face want a taste like a sampler
Tell my haters they not my of caliber
I get checks on you squares like a calendar
Bitch I ate off the web no tarantula
Dragon spit now I’m rich as a Lannister
I am killing all rappers it’s massacre
When I drop yo’ Baywatch like she Pamela
Better get out or dodge I ain’t talkin’ ’bout cars
When I tell you I’m whippin’ all challengers
I held onto the Lord and I felt the support
Every step of the way like a banister
Life’s a bitch but I know how to handle her
I stay strapped down to ride like a passenger
And I’m good with the mop and if I spot a opp
I hop clean on his ass like a janitor
So you better wise up ’cause it’s overdue
Be a fan of reality know the truth
Go look far and look deep like an ocean view
But be cautious when they cannot show you proof
When it seems like it’s hell that you going through
And them devil’s demons got a hold of you
Gotta let ambition take control of you
Watch God open that door and then show for you
So just embrace the pain
And smile in the face of the rain
When them clouds coming over you
And watch who you selling to, not only that, man
You gotta watch who’s on that boat with you
And if they didn’t roll with you
Don’t let them roll with you
Listen, I do not mean smoke with you
And it don’t mean a nigga won’t snitch
Just because he was broke with you
And he would blow for you
I’ve seen niggas tell on they homies
Just ’cause they’d feel better
If it was the both of you
And yeah, you love your family and friends
But sometimes it’s important
To let them hear no from you
I stay ready whenever I’m rolling through
When a snake has no options he’ll go for you
Rap god I’m goat to you, bringing that dope to you
You niggas wish that I wrote for you
Started rapping with bro like I’m Outkast
Do a show then I feed my account cash
I came up off the floor like a bounce pass
So don’t call me unless it’s about cash
I’m fucking eating no Ramadan
I fucked a Muslim on Ramadan
I was trapping wasn’t working no nine to five
The pizza I was selling wasn’t no Papa John’s
Selling with my niggas like I’m a star
Guns and drugs was the shit that we idolized
I stay ready to blow and this shit not for sure
Bitch I fire up this pole then I’m popping mine
No talking no sparking there’s blood everywhere
So you already knowing what’s popping, slime
I’ll teach you a lesson with my Smith & Wesson
Boy, don’t make me take you to Columbine
Y’all know how I’m rocking
My rocket got 34 haters
I’m Hakeem Olajuwon
When I slide I’ma blow like a hockey ref
Put his ass in the box if he out of line
Rap god the phenomenon God is my confidant
I’m way too smart to run out of lines
You’ll never see me like Conor McGregor vs. Mayweather in the octagon
I just take names like a dotted line, then go kill everyone I could find
Niggas don’t wanna see me like father time, pulling up in that van like a soccer mom
Sliding drums in my guns when it’s choppa time, then I let that bitch sing like it’s Chaka Khan
My K waving hello, I stay with the metal, was raised in the ghetto
I ain’t finna settle, I came here to bless you
Let’s pray for the devil, he ain’t on my level

[Outro]
Moment of silence, let’s pray for the blind
Someone you never met is who made up your mind
See the way you designed, ain’t the way of the wise
And the way you designed, ain’t the way to survive
It’s either one of two things
Jesus Christ ain’t ever coming or he just like taking his time
Told you earthlings to obey your earthly master
Boy, you don’t see the hate in the lies?
And to fear him and tremble as if he was Christ
That ain’t godly that’s Satan disguised

[Intro]
All she do is get cash like a fuckin’ check
And make ’em take it out like a fuckin’ ref

[Chorus]
She got her dough up, yeah she got her dough up
She got her dough like a Lambo
And you know how we rockin’, you ain’t from the bottom
You probably wouldn’t understand though
Whenever she dance though, they letting bands go
She pick it up off the damned floor
Then she bring it to daddy then sit on my pipe like a bike
And she ride with no hands though
She like to ride with no hands
She like to she like to ride with no hands though
I make her come fast like a Lambo
She like to ride on my dick like a Lambo
She like to ride with no hands
She like to she like to ride with no hands though
So when we get done countin’ these bands though
She gone ride daddy dick like a Lambo

[Verse 1]
She poppin’ that pussy she poppin’ that pussy
Like she got unlimited ammo
Ass perfect and fat and she twerking
It’s cappin’ she workin’ at Magic Orlando
Her family be trippin’ because she be strippin’
But really they don’t understand though
How shorty be workin’ that pole
Is like watching Beethoven up on the piano
Me and shorty got one thing in common (What’s that?)
We got money off the damn floor
I let her wear my bandana
Then came out that water
Bustin’ like I’m Rambo
These bitches be on me I’m looking like money
They want [!]
Got these bitches wonderin’ if that’s a dick print
Or a gun in my pants though
I am not with the flaugin’, no camo
I’m in my bag like I sack race
You say you gone ride but you all caps
I’m deletin’ your type like a backspace
She droppin’ that ass like it’s heavy
She make my D jump like a [!]
We cut no machete, step in with that strap
No Giuseppe, been saucing on ’em like spaghetti
I ball out like Fetty

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Shorty’s a keeper, she shake that ass like a seizure
Come home and blow like a speaker
Blowin’ like reefer, cold with the top like a freezer
She know all my spots like a cheetah
She throw it back, I catch it like a receiver
She like me ’cause I go deeper
She follow my lead
We been on the same track like a feature
Might have to lick her like tequila (woo, woo!)
That’s my lil’ baby she say that she love it
Whenever I FaceTime and call her
That pussy be drippin’ it’s water
When we be fuckin’ she let me record her
I got good D I’m a baller
Titties ‘n ass in this bitch like Tha Carter
I’m in the walls like a charger
Shorty ride me ’til I bust like a charter
Her sauce on infinity pussy [!]
Titan, no she’s not from Tennessee
Her co-workers feelin’ me but she ain’t worried
She schoolin’ them bitches, assembly
‘Cause she like [!] bounce like a pogo
Shorty go down and come up like a yo-yo
Go nuts like a low blow
Just like a locksmith
My baby gettin’ to that dough, though

[Intro]
Ooh, you a fool for this one
Yeah, this for them thug niggas, you heard me? (Oh)
We all got them trials and tribulations (slatt)
We all got a lotta niggas hatin’
But you know we gotta capitalize off that shit
You hear me? (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Bitch I really be rappin’, all my niggas really be trappin’
You hear me? But tell me what’s the difference though

[Chorus]
This for Lil Ben (Ben)
Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
I done did it again (again)
This for them niggas that post in them trenches (yeah)
They callin’ again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
I’m fallin’ again (that’s my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
Roll up a ‘gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
Montana say he think somebody snitchin’ in the clique
This shit ain’t playin’, ain’t no tellin’ how worser can it get (can it get)
Let it play out ’cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (bow)

[Verse]
I cut his water short, I put that on my soul (on my soul)
We get it in how we live, they don’t know (they don’t know)
Death at the corner, devil on me, my heart cold (my heart cold)
Heard these niggas want it, grab the gutter, time to roll (skrrt)
Creep through the house, we let out shots the first minute we see ’em (bow, bow, bow)
MAC with a suppressor, once I bust it, they’ll never hear ’em (pew, pew)
Bitch we really steppin’, he want pressure, I wouldn’t wanna be him
‘Til that nigga die open fire every time I see him
Ran off with weed, I told Black Bo that we gon’ get ’em though
Every day I’m runnin’ with some hittas straight up out that four
Really big B livin’, sellin’ drugs right up off the porch
Play ’round with my money, squeeze his neck until he fuckin’ choke
‘Bout it, Black Bo slapped the fuck out the nigga that ratted on me
Got these tats in my face and I scream NBA
What the fuck do you mean it’s tatted on me
I’ma post in the Nawf with a TEC up on me
I’ma walk through the mall with a check up on me
Got a gun where my waist at, you know I don’t play that
I want a nigga for to take it from me
I heard these pussy niggas hatin’ on me
I guess that he pray to the devil (yeah)
They know that we stay ’bout whatever (yeah)
If he play then you know we gon’ stretch him (yeah)
I’m runnin’ with some cold steppers (steppers)
They don’t got no mind, they reckless (they reckless)
Say he gon’ rob me, you know I won’t let him (yeah)
Stay with that Glock and you know I’m a felon (pum, pow, pum, pum)

[Chorus]
This for Lil Ben (yeah)
Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
I done did it again (yeah)
This for them niggas that post in them trenches (post in the trenches)
They callin’ again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
I’m fallin’ again (that’s my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
Roll up a ‘gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
Montana say he think somebody snitchin’ in the clique
This shit ain’t playin’, ain’t no tellin’ how worser can it get (ooh)
Let it play out ’cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (grra)

[Verse 1: $avage]
Yeah
Cypher 7, you niggas know the fuckin’ routine
Mob
Coming up I had it rough, yup every night I used to pray
I was tryna do it big, all a nigga had was faith
My bro in the cage, fightin’ for us like no MMA
Free the real, when they come home it’s a holiday
No it ain’t no MILF, when this fuckin’ .40 pop a pussy
I ain’t drinking on no milk, but I smoke a lotta cookies
I just came in the game, ballin’ on ’em like a rookie
Shorty see me shining, she blew on me like I fuck with Tookey
Money, drugs, and murder, I come from Peoria nigga
And I’m not Sean Livingston but I’m a warrior nigga
She thick and she bad as fuck, give me neck like I’m Dracula
Come through with this .50 spittin’ it’s gon’ be a massacre
Clapping at you like a graduation once I cap ’em up
Smoke a nigga like a session I ain’t even pass the blunt
Shooting at you like directors since you niggas acting tough
Now it’s ambulances backing up with bags to pack you up
Ain’t no question how I’m rocking we the fucking trending topic
If it’s beef, CP3, how I’m shooting with the rockets
FGE, taking off, while you haters sitting watching
Hit his teeth, with the iron like I’m golfing, get a coffin bitch

[No Fatigue: Verse 2]
FGE shit man, ha
‘Tigue in this bitch
I been grinding, feel like Weezy, I got money on my mind
You know that I play to win, like it’s money on the line
I’m not taking disrespect, all this shit gon’ get correct
Know some niggas cut like chess get X’d and boxed you look connect
Watch me ball just like a scout, on anyone who gon’ doubt
I know I’m gon’ make it out, I make all my haters pout
Some of my niggas move pillows like they tryna fix the couch
Soon as they get that shit in, you know they gon’ get it out
Tried to tell ’em we don’t play, that’s what’s tried and they failed
Watch these niggas, they not real, they not built for this, they frail
Bring that bullshit, and we sprayin’ tryna clear the smell
Y’all be the ones 12 that’s singing like 112
Smart and cute with a nice body, not for hogging couldn’t pass it
She was wanted just like Angela Jolie I gotta have it
Used to fuck her lost connection now shit lagging guess shit happen
Beat that pussy up, we go pound for pound we not dapping, uh
Every beat I touch, I murder, I know the feelin
Fans know when I’m on beast, like O’Neal I shall kill
No sirens got a clear path headed to the top
Pussy nigga might foul but he know that free shot
Ball in this bitch no blender bottle
Gotta thick bitch gon’ bend then swallow
I told bro we can’t give up, I don’t quit just like Apollo
Creed, I know I ain’t perfect I’m a sinner like MB but
I still pray everyday, and not just for me

[Verse 3: Talley of 300]
Yeah, Talley
FGE shit
Look, aye, going down they throat again
If they hate watch ’em swallow it hard
I’m gifted as a holiday card
These niggas sweeter than holiday heart
Bitch I been the truth, and gon’ be either when I meet God
I don’t speak watch the bodies I crop
But don’t get put in that closet it’s dark
So much shit follow my heart, had the heart in it
That’s spending they worth won’t get caught in it
I need everything blessed when I’m crossing it
So I searched for God’s power and harnessed it
Faith boosting me up like a starter kit
Said your word was the sword so I sharpened it
Now my verse is so worth you could auction it
I collect with a blame, but literally
And fuck shit ain’t safe if it’s near to me
I’m down to die for who’s dear to me
Hard for me to cry but it’s tears in me
Theres no fear in me, for every fuck nigga hearing me
I drive with that steel like I’m Harry B
And I pop it like a pill in me
So full of rage, I cage it
Only God knows how amazing
Don’t be a John Doe I’ma blaze him
He in church only Jesus could save him
I guess it’s with the beat when I take him
Wanna play it ain’t free I’m a gamer
Like 2K no 2 3 when I fade him
Put that lead in his sheets and erase him
Now back to that paper, aye
Like schooling nigga, and I been on my A game
I don’t know where you been nigga
I go hard as the freight train, I get shit moving nigga
Don’t think like I slang ‘cain
How your bitch tryna move in nigga
And I stay fly as a crane, high as Mariah could sing
And I like my dollars the same
So you know I’ma grind to the grave
Go axe if I slide, if I bang
Bet my city won’t lie on my name
Even though they know how I behave
They don’t know we got bodies for days
Rahhh!

[Verse 4: Montana of 300]
Pray For The Devil right on schedule they can’t get me off his heels
Rap God bitch and yes I get paid for the flow no water bill
My shit been ill as coughing, still I’m on the road not off a pill
Don’t even start I’ll squeeze and spark Steven Seagal I’m hard to kill
I’m known to blow you all to chill get turned to fire Marshall Bill
Then you’ll know what I talk was real, and how inside a coffin feel
And niggas know how I’m shooting, you don’t want smoke like I’m Reggie
Let’s keep it G, you don’t want beef, you don’t want me like a deli
I hope you ready when I slide up on your ass like a wedgie
Come out the cut no machete, this bitch gon’ blow like it’s Becky
I’m godly with the bars, like the lord was my celly
I’m ’bout my cake Little Debbie, these rappers know they ain’t ready
They just my sons and right now I’m babying ’em like a belly
They say Montana got this bitch on lock but I ain’t R. Kelly
Im cooler than Uncle Jessie, known to snap Fonzarelli
You see the drip like I’m sweaty, you wanna jacket no Pelle
I made it happen with music, pour some strings like a cello
If you want war then I’m gon’ draw like Triple G and Canelo
I’m bringing heat like a kettle, yo ass is grass like a metal
You know my metal to put niggas in the dirt like a shovel
I’ll take you there like a shuttle, and take your soul like a pedal
Came out the hood not the ghetto and he thought he seen the Devil
I shot him in both of his thighs and the knee like Carmelo
I had him shaking like Jell-o then took his top off, LaMelo
Squa!