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Verse 1
I can do anything, Thats what my mama said
Thats what my daddy taught, Learned that before I walked
Always passed my goals, I refused to fold
Even when I hit the bottom I was on a roll
First it was M4L, then it was BBE
Somethings changed, now I’m doing me
Now I gotta brand, and I'm in demand
Wanted this lifestyle since Entourage On Demand
I just bounced back, and I held my ground
Back against the wall, watch DiNero put it down
I'm the best around, I was lost & found (Matterfact)
I remember getting clothes from that lost & found
Verse 2
I can do anything, and I won't stop
All I see is green, since I left the block
From the Tri-State, dropped the dead weight
Now I'm floating to the top! Macy's Parade
Remember Food Stamps, before that E-B-T
So I dreamed a better life, seen on B-E-T
I guess I had it scrambled, now my buzz is Bacon
So when they egged me on, I decided take it!
All I know is ball, every shot is Swish!
When I’m in the streets, Only way I’m hitting bricks
But that’s in my past, (What Else) Hip-Hop my present
And my fans the future so I’m killing every presence
Verse 3
I can do anything, that goes for me and you
I’m the living proof, that your dreams can come true
Yeah I sold some drugs, Yeah I did some time
Bottled up my life, released it thru some rhymes
Now I’m on my grind, DiNero for my Team
If you ain’t getting paid, come join the Money Team
It’s #TeamDiNero, so you know the perks
Everybody eating, now come get this work
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DiNero, low down dirty perro
Goodfella, call me Robby DiNero
Make it clap like busta, on these busters
Groupies that rush us, feigning like I’m Ush-Usher
Raymond, Amen, in my Ray Bans
Cave the pussy in, call me a Caveman
Stab it like Jason, on Vacations
Meet you in the deep end, after the weekend
Let her scream, while I’m diggin out her spleen
Peeling back the jeans, I’m a share it with the team
So we joke about it next day, while we sip Mimosa’s
How she got a head, with ferocious halitosis
Ugh, now we know she swallows
She said she was a model, but now she’s the motto
Running round hollow, where we go she follow
I don’t give a fuck, so she celibate tomorrow
Been major, was buzzing way before a pager
Since that Sega, with the Celtics vs Lakers
Known gamer, better check the BI-O
Hi-Hoes, what I chant like a dwarf so
Get low, and drop it in slow mo
Promo, it depends on ya intro
So if we ever meet, guarantee I beat
Otherwise, you probably putting mileage on ya cleats
Outside looking in, while we in looking out
I don’t even know her name, but I put it in her mouth
Put it down no doubt, red lips like Stefani
She gotta fat booty, so my duty that poonani
Ha Haa... You might as well blow the whistle
Ha Haa... You never seen it so official
Ha Haa... I’m a crazy motherfucker
So ya bitch subscribe, cause you know she want these issues
One hit and I’m gone Outer Space
Gotta bong on my waist, with my arm in her face
She wanna smoke witta Ace, so I stroke in her face
To the head, how it taste?
Take notes, cause the flow so so def
No joke right?, no hoe go left
TD, I ain’t talking Top Dawg
But that’s me Frank in her Buns - Hot Dog
Can’t stop but the kid see Red
If you wind up dead, must’ve been in my way
So stay in ya place, I would recommend
I chop hands if you reach for my dividends
Never end, once I push the start button
So don’t start nothing, but please stop frontin’
Ya’ll niggas ain’t even in my category
What I been thru, couldn’t find a sadder story
I ain’t here trying to sell a sob story
30 years old based on a true story
I got now, don’t really care who’s next
Unless it’s sex, then a nigga really want it now
I put it down, no matter how the beat kick
My feet swift, a slicker cat than Heathcliff
Halloween only time you see me treat tricks
It’s a wrap with Saran, when I heat this
Speechless, that’s how I’m leaving every critic
Like ya baby moms or ya moms when I hit it
Fuck it, I’m a mother fucker when I hit it
Never playing in the game, I don’t do the scrimmage
Got cold feet? Better take a seat
Got cold feet? Better take a seat
Got cold feet? Better take a seat
Got cold feet? Better take a seat
Undefeated with the flow, defeated the beat
Undefeated with the flow, defeated the beat
Undefeated with the flow, defeated the beat
Undefeated with the flow, defeated the beat
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You a broke bitch – so shut up
Money talks, get your bread up
And we used to fuck but I got fed up
Now I’m eatin'...
Queso, Cheddar
You a broke nigga – so sit down
#TeamDiNero, that’s how we get down
And we used to be cool, now I’m hot dog
Still the hottest on the block
On ya block dog
Oh you didn’t know, I gotta newer flow
Pulled some newer hoes, now I got some newer dough
You in the same spot, you was in last year
Like last year, And last year
It sound funny, but it’s sad that it’s truthful
Yeah I’m an old head, that’s what I’m used to
All these young bucks, they all dumb fucks
All I do is count money, and they funds suck
I take the high road, onto bigger figgas
And I’m too tall, can’t see these little niggas
I’m a star player, never seen the bench
The only time you seeing work, is with a monkey wrench
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Bitches wanna twitter this, wanna twitter that
Nevermind, no time for that chitter chat
And the shit I tweet, steady get retweeted
While you unfollowed and ya tweets get deleted
I did it my way, so nigga quit bitching
Bitches be bitches, and niggas be bitching
Swear the streets changed, mostly ass wipes
Take a walk in my hood, get ya pass swiped
Ugh... Never forget where you came from
Never forgot, cause I’m never going back
Matter Of fact, it’s a wrap with this track
These niggas wanna plank, so we leave em on they back
Started from the bottom, now I’m here
Now I’m sharing different whips full of chicks come kick it
Started from the bottom, now we here
Now we sharing different whips full of chicks come kick it
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Put ya bottles (Up), We got models (Yup)
I got Avion, in this red (Cup)
I’m the next (Up), We the best (What)
#TeamDiNero DAII, now you know what’s (Up)
When I’m in the place, bottles in my space
Models by my waist, they on that paper chase
See it in my face, yeah they love the smile
Let the haters hate, I’m here for awhile
You can take shots, I’m a take shots
$1,000 on while you in a tank top
When I show up, they tell me hold up
“Sir The Usual?”, I tell em pour up
I ain’t gon’ lie, I ain’t gon’ stop
All I see is green, so I can’t stop
Man I’m past hot, you just luke warm
We in the V-I-P, what is you on?!
You on a futon, we in the booth strong
If you ain’t reppin’ TD you can move on
I put my crew on, I gotta few blondes
And by the end of the night, I’ll have some new blondes
I tried to get a buzz, Now I gotta buzz
Bottles by the case, I call it groupie love
I know this girl a lush, I ain’t trying to rush
For those that can’t hang, don’t forget to flush
Put Ya Bottles Up, Put Ya Bottles Up
What You Drinking On? Avion In My Cup!
Put Ya Bottles Up, Put Ya Bottles Up
What You Drinking On? Avion In My Cup!
Now my brim low, and my eyes lower
I can feel the buzz, so I sip slower
I’m a regular, certified money thrower
Cause my team got green like a lawnmower
I had to work hard, so I play hard
Still a ACE in the deck, no playing cards
I’m a point guard, bottles in the center
Once was a sinner, emerged as a winner
I prefer Silver, I don’t do the Gold
But my team drink whenever and I pay the toll
No squares in my circle, I’m on a roll
And my whole style butter, I’m on a roll
I got sponsors, at my concerts
I’m a star in the middle like Converse
Every venue, that I been through
Put Avion Tequila on the menu
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I gotta few chicks, You gotta few dicks
I’ll be swimming in the pussy - You in deep shit
Cause my whole kliq, got they own chick
Maybe one or two more, if the hoes fit
Bandz A Make Her Dance, Bandz A Make Her Dance
But, I guarantee this drink get me in her pants
I don’t wanna dance, unless we in the sheets
I don’t sex women, I only fuck freaks
I let her suck me, till she wanna fuck me
And I charge a fuck fee, if you wanna fuck D
This is grade A, only the best beef
Shorty pull down ya pants, I got the best seat
I take a nobody, now she a somebody
And, when I’m done, I give her back to somebody
I’m the realest, find somebody realer
If you can’t feel this, you got the wrong tequila
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Man it’s nuffin’, Man it’s nuffin’
When it comes to bitches, I fill em up like stuffin’
Man it’s nuffin’, Man it’s nuffin’
I’ll take ya bitch nigga, who the fuck you snuffin’
Hold up, let me make this here clear
Better ask ya peers, whose that nigga you should fear
I catch you in the streets, you’ll be stuck - like a deer
Give ya girl the beats, she’ll be stuck - in her rear
I’m a classy nigga, slightly nasty nigga
If you seen her with me, you ain’t gotta ask me nigga
You know what it is, you know what I does
Slide the ring off her finger, and I show her love
I’m in Vegas, so it’s only right I SIN
Sin City life, if I gamble I’mma WIN
So if you bet against me, ya ODDS is pretty low
I’m sitting pretty though, unlike that silly flow
Oh... That reminds me of this other thing
I’m still the champ, I’m just going for another ring
Break my achilles heel, So, who gon’ hold me?
You can be King James, I’mma be Kobe
Alot of people in my business who don’t matter
You know what I tell em? Mine over matter
So, what’s mine? It doesn’t even matter
Cause we know yours, prolly ain’t worth the chatter
I’m a veteran, I did it with no album
Oh you just mad, cause I’m stylin’
Yeah I’m wildin’, I’m astounding
And if you like her, don’t bring her around then
I’m enigmah, my flow is charisma
You a Lion King, ya name should be Simba
Broke up the band, way too many members
Especially since I was the one spitting ether
Solo dolo you can call the Kid Cudi
Lost a million dollars, from the site Cutty Buddys
All I need, is my weed, and my bitches
I can just depend on myself for the riches
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These niggas rather hate, than congratulate
I'm eating good, way before I even had a plate
I give credit, whenever the credits due
But, when it's you, the credit is never due
It's all good, I'm good in every hood
Real recognize real, it's always understood
Yeah I'm on the beats, you can hear it in the streets
When I'm playing in the field, I leave my mark like cleats
I see you on ya Twitter, looking real bitter
We got the Fresh Step, no cat litter
Known to get it poppin' like a bottle in the club
Ain't nobody stopping all the rappers show me love
What up K. Dot, resurrected hip-hop
One line, and he made this whole shit pop
King Of N-Y, and he rep Compton
Lamar a Center Fielder now like Kenny Lofton
Great for the sport, meet me on the court
I got sick of seeing idols in the court
Bubblegum music, Dance chick hits
These niggas corny like a Van Damme flick
Got these new rappers hating, I don't see why
Who the King Of NY, since B-I-G died
Nothing but respect, for that Top Dawg nigga
Cause let's face it, he's that Top Dog nigga
Watch the dick riders, cum to the surface
Hating on me, then you prolly missed the purpose
I’m Curt Hennig with the flow, Mr. Perfect
You Guerilla Black with the flow, worthless
A handful of tracks, and sorry responses
And Maino’s the New York cat I would sponsor
Hi Hater, See You Later!
You prolly be on top with some flavor
Niggas wanna act, but niggas never rap
Made it in the game, but they still talking crap
Bring it back to the essence, that’s whats missing
Read between the lines, cause this ain’t even dissing
But it’s...
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The name Danny DiNero
First thing first you hand me Dinero
Oh, you ain't know?
I been bout money since I been broke
Now I'm doing shows wear expensive clothes
All I chase is money and bring the hoes
Never followed though, until the flow
If it ain't the flow, it's fa sho the dough
I'm just keeping it real
The whole industry is a movie reel
All I see is actors
Fiction rap, and you call them rappers?
They ain't even good at that
Tell these lil kids put the cookies back
Now stay out the jar, go play in the yard
You dudes ain't hard, these dudes is frauds
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WORK WORK
All we do is WORK x8
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Watch me revive the game
These rap cats lazy, style is lame
Up to me, everybody fired
#TeamDiNero, that’s an empire
DiNero The New Wave
Even French dudes, telling me touche
Thankfully, I got the glow now
No more Flowjo, guaranteed Touchdown
This ain't Country Grammar
But, I spit hot ish go ask ya mamma
I got the key to the city
6-1-9, I'm like New York's Diddy
Take That Take That
Put ya hands up, if you feel real rap
Take That Take That
Put ya hands up, if you feel real rap
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WORK WORK
All we do is WORK x8
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And, it all starts with rap
My life on beats, expose the trap
#TeamDiNero connected
So you got no choice but to respect it
I don’t really care for fame
Gotta different drive, in a different lane
Trying to feed the fam
So like Rakim, gotta master plan
Yeah we out here
So nevermind that what you hear thru ya ear
To the point like a spear
You was once in the front, now in the rear
Take it back to the essence
Cause I got the gift, so I’m here in ya presence
I’m fighting for the glory
And this right here, based on a true story
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WORK WORK
All we do is WORK x8
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Do me a favor, don't do me any favors
I work hard for every penny fuck a hater
My team major, more bite than a gator
I had the dreamcast, way before a Sega
You say I ain't major, you a motherfucking lie
Moved 100,000 units, and I didn't even try
I put money in ya pocket, while we on the topic
Now you back on the streets, while I'm still in the cockpit
Nigga stop it, I see green (Press Play)
Flow like Jet Li, bars like Es-Says
I ain't talking wet backs, But the best back
Past the set back, screaming where the checks at?!
I'm on a mission, while these rap cats gone fishin
Trying to stack my chips and, stash my sons tuition
I gotta bad bitch, who stuck through the hard times
So I when I flip the script, no more cards declined
Rewind, I remember from the start
I was on that eJay, now I'm chilling on the charts
I'm just trying to leave my mark, so tell me where to park
For now I'm in overdrive, I refuse to park
I want royalties, fuck a 9-5
Convicted felon, I already did my time
I think bigger than a 401K
Work 25 years barely 50 bucks a day
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You wanna trust us, well it just-is
Ask Trayvon Martin, about the Justice
No Zimmer-man, I’m the glimmer-man
Gone before you know it, you won’t remember man
I can’t fail with the weight, on my shoulders
Gotta baby mom, who makes my soul colder
I’m trying to wake ya game up, no Folgers
So now you know, why you got the cold shoulder
They wanting me to quit, but never was a quitter
So even when I lose, I still feel like a winner
If you giving it ya (all), get up when you (fall)
Show em what you got, when ya backs against the (wall)
I swear to god, I was made for the success
So many failures, I know I’m up next
I tried to be the backbone, for my subjects
But, they didn’t share my vision for what comes next
Blood, Sweat, Tears never take a day off
So I’m a work my ass off, waiting for the pay off
Faggots all on my dick, just stay off
When it comes to rap, I ain’t never missed the playoffs
I’m a champ, I don’t need a ring for it
I beat the system, and I ain’t have to sing for it
I’m a champ, I don’t need a ring for it
I beat the system, and I ain’t have to sing for it
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I should've known, that you was wrong
Felt the vibes from the first chat on the phone
Only thinking with my Bone-though
Bitches got me off my game like Romo
So I step back, take a quick one
So many fish in the sea (I picked this one)
I tried to be a better dad than my dad was
I look back and wish I used my magnums
It kinda hurt to say, cause that's a little me
But the past ruined chances for my little D
I know he gon' say, where my daddy at
But, his moms only focus where the baggy at
She was my first pick, now she's my first bitch
If it wasn't for my son, she'd be worthless
I could be a dick, and steal em from his mother
But, then I think about growing up without a brother
That's real spit, I'm living real shit
You couldn't walk a mile in my chucks real shit
I been doing this, since Rappers Delight
Only on the mic, cause no rappers' alike
I think it's only right, that I set shit straight
Before I tie her ass up, like I'm Christian Grey
And, I just might give her backshots for the last time
Cause the last time, I used as a past time
So I'm kinda feeling now, like she owe me one
Leave the camcorder running, while she show me some
What can I say, I gotta thing for the bad blondes
And the spanish type, hair mad long
She was my first pick, now she's my first bitch
If it wasn't for my son, she'd be worthless
I could be a dick, and steal em from his mother
But, then I think about growing up without a brother
I failed my first test, next one I'm a study
A best friend first, then a cutty buddy
I'm a treat her like a Queen, so she treat me like a King
We can scream fuck the world, us over everything
... And I mean what I say
... Todays a new day
I learned from my mistakes, so she ain't gotta suffer
Plus she a bad bitch, so I gotta cuff her
I feel aggy, till I squeeze on her fatty
And, she suck me like Maggie, when I fuck she call me daddy
She's my princess, but it ain't no incest
Just a return, from all the bullshit I invest
She was my first pick, now she's my first bitch
If it wasn't for my son, she'd be worthless
I could be a dick, and steal em from his mother
But, then I think about growing up without a brother
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I’m just trying to get the pound cake, No ice cream
I gotta nice lean, giving bitches pipe dreams
They be wondering, is it thundering
When I put it in, she looking back with that Lauren London grin
Real niggas, know the shit I’m talking
Bitch niggas, know the shit I’m talking
It’s really nothing, for these motherfuckers bluffing
Catch me in the cut puffing, prolly with ya bitch fucking
Thanksgiving, so I treat her like she stuffing
When she spread on my bed, only time you see me cuffing
Ain’t nothing but the truth, spittin’ off the roof
Got me feeling like Pac, so I’m killing in the booth
You gotta feel me, like a pop up book
You know it’s haters, when they pop up look
But they all quiet, so I got them shook
If niggas wanna riot, then I got them crooks
That nigga D corny, all his shit wack
Rhymes like looney tunes, ((What You Smoking Crack))
I’m so focused, and the feigns know the dopest
All these other rappers hopeless, I’m the nigga with the potion
ALL I WANT IS CAKE-AKE-AKE-AKE-AKE-AKE
Whether cash or that ass, I’m a always clean the plate
Nothing was the same, all this fake in my face
So come take a sip, I’m attached to the hip
To the hop, as long it beats I’m a drop
Never flop, To the top, that’s where I’m headed
All you got is ya word, so I meant it if I said it
If they still don’t get it, might as well quit it
They career pitch black, all I see is Riddick
Full off spinach, punching holes through these gimmicks
Feeling like a champ, and I never played a scrimmage
Man this shit is cake
When it comes to these bars, I shake and bake
And, mama I help, just let me know if I can
Cause it’s all on me with my brother in the can
This mixtape probably the realest shit since
I was in foster care, watching fresh prince
The hunger in my eyes, you can see through the tints
Got the fans going crazy, like the Slam Dunk Vince
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You home alone, got dinner cooked
I’m in at ten, you in a book
How was your day? You didn’t look
I asked what’s wrong, I got the look
Well I’m guessing that’s what I get
Left a good girl, for a known a bad bitch
All week long work a 9-5
While you wondering now why I’m out past six
Damnit man, What the fuck is up?
What you talkin’ bout, boi look
I been here all day, while you went and played
I know it’s love, cause I wouldn’t of stayed
I’m not the one, so just tell me now
If you in to win, I’m a put it down
But, if you in to lose, wanna pick and choose
Don’t get it confused, can’t fill my shoes
You think that’s love, that shit is lust
I put nothing above (you), I’m the one to trust (you)
But if you wanna creep around, put an end to us
You can roll the dice, but you gon’ probably bust
Go ahead, cause I’m a do me
See how you feel, when I’m out past 3
Don’t try and trip, like you own a thing
If you really love me, then where’s ya ring?
She wanna trip on this, wanna trip on that
I’m good off this, I’m good off that
It wasn’t meant to be, I got another dime
Big ass titties, with a big behind
Ohh shit! Ric Flair, Ohh shit! That bitch rare
She got curves galore, and I want some more
We could hit the bed, or we could hit the floor
A nigga like me, can put in work
Shots from the back, make me feel like Dirk
Now she seeing me more, I still adore
That’s mi amor, but she acting bored
Hmm... What’s up with that?
Why you acting like, you ain’t coming back
I thought me and you, had a team whats up?
She said it was good, but the time is up
Now I’m all alone, thinking bout my past
Had something good, but it turned fast
So I call my ex, I let it ring - ( ring ring ) - got the machine
She calls me back, but to my surprise
She already involved, with another guy
Said I had my chance, but I left her flat
Good Girl Gone Bad, no changing that
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I gotta have the paper, a die hard Laker
Blowing on the purple, bout cheese like Urkel
Got any cheese? I keep it in my jeans
I’m from the old school, baggy jeans and fatigues
Biggie would be proud, I kicked in the door
Did a few mixtapes, now selling out the stores
Aiming for the forbes, clearing out the roadblocks
They wanna see me drop, but I won’t drop till the show stops
But, as you can see, I only see green
So I’m a keep going, never stop flowing
…........... And, I’m still drilling hoes
Backstage at the shows, peeling off they clothes
It’s the life that I’m living
Cause it’s the life I was given ( I said)
It’s the life that I’m living
Cause it’s the life I was given
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But back to the basics, trapped in the Matrix
Feeling like the ONE, everybody else is tasteless
Just face it, I’m destined for greatness
You should just acknowledge, and quit with the hating
All this conversation, I’m sick of all the talking
Claiming that you balling, nigga where the Spalding?
I had you on my couch, let you drive my car
Now you living with ya grandma acting like you hard
I break bread evenly, I could never see defeat
I’m winning with a bad bitch, with RayBans like Jubilee
Who you fooling B? You ain’t schooling me
You just Steven P, writing out a eulogy
Who you racing? It’s no competition
When it comes to tracks, my music New Edition
You ain’t Bobby Brown, you need a hobby clown
I’m in LV, living wealthy, POW!
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Either up early, or either up late
It really don’t matter, I’m turnt up today (turn up)
Let me speak facts, spell it out on wax
Good girls gone bad, blame me for that
I own up to my faults, as a man understand
20 years young, I was on a run
A new bitch every week, spawned another hating
I ain't trying to brag, wish I was exaggerating
Blinded by the money, all I wanted was the stacks
An unemployed nigga, holding 37 racks
Ask J, I counted on his table
I lived the good life, now I'm stuck doing cable
I used to make five grand in a week
Now I'm making less then that in a month
Sometimes I wonder if it's worth doing the time
So I'm hoping that I make it soon off the rhymes
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I ain't got much left, I'm doing something wrong
So I'm a make it right, and put it in a song
It's the only way I speak, I'm a closed book
You ain't been thru, what I been thru, nigga look
5 years old watched my cat, get shredded up
Another year later, my partner got wetted up
7 years old on the couch, with my chick
7 weeks later got dumped, life's a bitch
I turned 13 and they took me from my mama
I turned 14 caught a flight and left the drama
Living with my pops, man I missed the block
Woman of my dreams, fucked up my shot
18 legal, but an adult since I was twelve
Man I lived a life, even did a bid in jail
Lost my son to drama, from my baby mother
Just waiting on the cake, then she'll rise from undercover
I was exposed to the kinda shit
Most people don't even see until they in their 20s at the age of 5
And y'all wonder where my mentality at...
I really only do music as a platform to vent out my frustrations
But, I'm hoping someone finds my story appealing
Make some money to feed me and mines, ya dig?
It's father's day and this bitch can't even let me speak to my son
It's been two years since I spoke to em
But, I'm the bad guy.... Cause she wants pieces of the cake.
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Sometimes I close my eyes, so I can’t see the lies
I wanna see the truth, they rather see me die
But, here I rise, trying to get the prize
I do it for my blood, I put that on my life
In my prime at 30, still ain’t found a wife
I can’t blame the bitches, I wouldn’t want this life
So I ain’t pointing fingers, I made my own lane
Learned from my mistakes, I does my own thang
I been through the struggle, yeah my lifes a juggle
She made my bedrock, then she moved to Barney Rubble
I had a best friend, that could’ve been my best man
Then he made the best move, sorta like a chess move
He just used the King, and he took his Queen
Turned em to a pawn, man that nigga know he wrong
I had to spend nights, laying with no lights
Thinking bout my bitch, while she was getting piped
I’m the mastermind, still the same ol’ D
CEO of M-4-L-T-D-E-N-T
Let me spell it out, It’s Money-4-Life
Team DiNero Entertainment, yeah I’m alright
Strong silent type, yeah that about right
Wanna figure me out, that’ll be a long night
I suppress so much, it hurts with every touch
But, you’ll never know, I show up in the clutch
Glasses on tint, but you can see my vision
Trying to multiply my family gotta stop division
If you ain’t giving, you ain’t living what I’m living
If you taking off my plate, I will break ya decisions
I tried to put em on, they spit in my face
Now they see the cake, and they wanna taste
I tried to put em on, they spit in my face
Now they see the cake, and they wanna taste
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Let's take em back, to the days of the block party
Capri Cut shorts, Shortys wanna act naughty
Montell Jordan showed em how we do it
We was having fun, now we getting stupid
25 cent juices, and the truth is
The Internet made us all useless
Now we have partys sitting on our cellphones
If you ain't come to party you should go the hell home
Drinks by the pool, Barbecues by the school
Air Tag at the park, chasing girls like a fool
Use a phrase like Sure, and brave for the suckers
Word is bond, everything was butter
It's summertime, so you know they playing summer time
This summer mine, so I'm bout to drop a summer time
It's summertime, so you know they playing summer time
This summer mine, so I'm bout to drop a summer time
Watched the old heads, shoot a little dice
20 years later now I'm living that life
I had the Jiggy Kliq, what up Dady Hitz
Cuda Bear, Krazy K, we was too legit
What up Woodycrest, can't forget the BX
Boogie Down Bronx, we ain't ones for the BS
What up J'Son, What up Big Red
What up JD, officially the beefs dead
I miss my comrades, Stevo, Beanz
Chef, Flu, Marq and Treez
We out of touch, but none of us is out of reach
It's gotta suck, the memories we hardly speak
It's summertime, so you know they playing summer time
This summer mine, so I'm bout to drop a summer time
It's summertime, so you know they playing summer time
This summer mine, so I'm bout to drop a summer time
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What you know about being broke? Me!
What you know about bad folks? Me!
I done lived a life full of hate ain’t it great
Bad luck with bitches, except that Mary Jane
She get me high, so I blow that bitch often
Any other bitch, I know it’s costing
I done been stabbed, burned, even cheated
Treat them bitches like MJ, Beat It
Get the fuck up out my area, I’m a bury ya
Call a courier, and have em carry ya
Nurse Jackie couldn’t save ya from the E-R
Pin the tail on the donkey like Eeyore
Oh bother, why they get me started
I live a private life but on the mic I get retarded
Now I’m spittin, Now I’m spittin, and I’m spittin’
Looking like Daffy Duck, how I’m spittin’
I’m a gift and a curse, so just cut it out
They calling me a dickhead, but wanna rub it down
Lost my virginity, when I turned 18 cuz
The sad part, I couldn’t tell you who the bitch was
I done had so much venom, from these women
That my heart done went cold, all I see is Robin Givens
I doubt I ever find a bitch, to get me hitched
She better call Hitch, if she want a better pitch
I met my first love, when I turned 5
25 years later, we don’t even speak *Sigh*
Who’s to blame? I don’t know I blame the game
I refuse to take responsibility for all this fame
And, by the fame I mean these bitches in my phone
Who be wanting me to bone, everytime I leave home
It’s a shame these bitches laughing at they niggas
While they sucking off my dick, for the proof I’m taking pictures
Call me ratchet, but you prolly want the dick too
These bitches playing on my tube, like it’s Blue’s Clues
Niggas hating off the pussy I be getting
And the money I be making, I be in they conversation
So they bitches too, running with that gossip
Excuse my language, but these fuckers love to gossip
Go get ya girl far, put her up on WorldStar
You know who you are, don’t have me pull ya girls card
I’m a ruthless individual, who can make residuals
And, I beat the case *SMOOTH CRIMINAL*
I’m done speaking, and I’m still not a rapper
That was just a dope beat, cold flow, I make slappers
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All I see is snitches, all I see is bitches
I ain’t even looking at women, cause they only looking at riches
I tried to do it for mini, now I’m doing this shit for plenty
Made millions off the drugs, and the feds left me with pennys
My bitch left me so heart-less, but it made my flow the hardest
Emotions on these tracks, got me in the Top 5 without starting
I promise, this here is it, from here on out I’m on my shit
How could I be a No 2, even haters said I wouldn’t be shit
Focused on my family, focused on my fans
Gotta make it happen with this rapping, Uncle Sam you know he taxing
Got way to many mouths to feed, way to many kids to breed
I’m just bred from a different creed, and I won’t stop till we all succeed
Uncle calling me D-Nice, 88 hell he been right
Ever since that looseleaf, jumped on the pad and took flight
Now I’m outta sight, and it’s alright, cause when I come back down we all right
I got the flow, I got the glow, Bruce Leroy with what I write
I did it, I did it, Motherfucker I did it
I came in the game with a masterplan and said fuck these critics
No bullshit, I’m poppin’- like popcorn in that microwave
Little bit of Em & Jay, I’m that new school renegade
Ya’ll been afraid, if I was you, I’d probably hate on me too
I’m rich off life, bad bitch I pipe, how the fuck could I LOSE
I walk my path, come feel my wrath, nobody fitting my shoes
I pick and choose, don’t get it confused, bitch ass niggas just stick to rules
I’ve had different crews, with the same dudes, how could I not be loyal?
I’m the man of steel, I keep it real, half of these cats all foil
I told ya’ll before, I got a swedish chick, she just hold me down, while I feed her dick
No disrespect, She the best - yet, I say yet, cause of my rec-ord
Fuck wit’ me, You know I got it, Team DiNero you know we bout it
Tru Blu Cru, Jiggy Kliq, Money-4-Life I gotta shout it
Name a nigga that I ain’t help, Name a pussy that I ain’t felt
I done did this shit correct, and all I did was demand respect
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I got love for the city, I’m the West Coast Diddy
Hit the Jackpot, now my pockets like Fiddy
We can cruise the city, bossing like Ricky
Hustle hard on the strip, keys to the city
Sin City, Sin City, Sin City, Sin City
It’s popping over here, tell me what you hear
*CRICKETS* oh that’s over there!
We get it popping, everyday a new day
If you over 21 this where the big kids play
You can catch me, at the Foundation Room
At the Mandalay Bay, with a few ba-bays
If you got an invite, then you just might
Have a good night, with a few drinks aight?
Bottles on deck, so have a lil patience
You can go cash ya check down at the Station
It don’t take much, we love locals
So get up off ya sofa, and be social
This ain’t MySpace, this is YourPlace
I know you got an appetite, and this is your taste
So why you waiting, time is of the essence
It ain’t Sunday, but this here a blessing
Buffets at the M, Lights at Luxor
Strippers at the Rhino, and they wanna fuck more
The MGM grand, New York New York
You see Vegas PD, abort abort
Whip full of bottles, Clique full of models
Pockets never hollow, where I go they follow
Walking down Fremont, love the lights
Bottle in my hand, I’m loving life
You should do the same, I done it twice
Once before the feds, now I got the bread
I won’t stop, I never see Red
For now just the green, until a nigga dead
Good Weed, Bad Bitches
My circle tight, these niggas fictitious
Do ya dishes, I cleaned the plate
TeamDiNero, a new slate
Out with the old, in with the new
New with the soul, this is what I do
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Let’s take em back to 0-6, back when a nigga was hope-less
Back when a nigga was focused, making packs disappear Hocus Pocus
I was second in command, to the boss-man
Used like a puppet, while he did the Waka Flocka “No Hands”
I’m a TRO-JAN soldier built for war, wrap it up ma fucka I’m here to score
Let’s go! Back to the party scene
Let’s go! Back to the money dreams
I was running through everything, while I had a queen at home, was the king on the throne
Ask the streets who the fuck I was, ask them hoes that was showing love
Everywhere I went spanish girls getting bent
Screaming DiNero everywhere I went
I couldn’t help who I had became
I wasn’t ready for the street fame
Better yet the mainstream, but I want the damn cream
I still gotta dick, fantasizing every damn thing
Now shit ain’t changed
Gotta new name, but it’s still the same
I just opened up the frame, rearranged the game
Now I’m in a range, with a crazy aim
I bowl no strikes, in my crazy lane
Scream thug life, on my claim to fame
All about Gouda, spit crazy flames
Hustle like 40, all gravy train
I’m a beast from the east, with a flow like a crease
Straight to the point, all owned nothin’ leased
Please, haters, talk is cheap
Don’t say my name, unless ya pockets deep, capeche
HOOK
I ain’t do it for the money, I ain’t do it for the fame
I ain’t do it for the honeys, that’s all on my name
I just did it for my niggas, that’s living through me
B.I.G., Pac, G-Dep, Pimp C
Real recognize real, it’s a chosen few
I am where I am, because of you
And, for that I give thanks, I’m built like a Tank
No Limit on dranks, now let’s break the bank
Student to the Blueprint, Thank you Hov
Endless amount of pussy, thank the hoes
Everytime I perform, I bank off shows
Kody on the drums, I got the flows
Just throw me a beat, like CP3
I’m a throw the shit down, like Griffin’ B
Put my life on beats, and I live that life
I ain’t gotta lie, these niggas trife
See me in the streets, ain’t nothing changed
Like Pusha T, My Name Is My Name
I use to move weight, now I move people
Comparisons none, won’t ever find an equal
Maybe my brother, from the same damn mother
Fam in the cold, I’m just working on the covers
Hell in a cell, I know ya pain
Just keep ya head high and rebuild ya reign
Until you home, I’m a sail this ship
It’s Money-4-Life, till it’s over with
Even if I could, I’ll never call it quits
Not a day goes by, I don’t think of it
Just when I think, I can take a seat
I lose the floor underneath, and can hardly think
But, I land on my feet, no matter what
That’s why my attitude is still, I don’t give a fuck!
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It’s the finale, that New York kid from Cali
Posted up in Sin City, prolly smoking maui
White Grape swisher sweets, clean like my bitches feet
Always in the newest gear, ya’ll know who the truest here
I wanna thank you in advance for this purchase
I hope you enjoyed this mixtape for it’s purpose
Had to get this shit off my chest like Iron Man
I sound like Mufasa, but I ain’t lying man
I gave you truth after truth, with every bar
I know it’s not the norm, so I had to raise the bar
Don’t label me spiritual or classify me lyrical
When it comes to rap, I embody all the minerals
Lost alot of soldiers, I’m the lone standing general
Allergic to these wack cats, please pass the Benadryl
I’m that Renegade, All these niggas been afraid
Hide ya bitch cause I’ll penetrate, watch me demonstrate
I cry away the pain, but you wouldn’t even know it
I’m the strong silent type, so you’ll never see me show it
I done made niggas millions, now I gotta do for me
The feds wanna lock a nigga up, we’ll see
I could never a trust a nigga, with the past I been through
I almost signed up for 20 years, nigga Fuck You
Was supposed to have my back, left me in a cell
And, then I find out that you telling through the mail
What happened to the real, am I the last one in the field?
Death before dishonor, now a days niggas squeal
Rats in my area, no choice but to bury ya
Greed for the cheese, so I gotta succeed
I’m a sucker for a pretty face, if she thin in the waist
With a fat ass, big tits, then I gotta taste
I can’t help it, just the nigga that I am
I lost my innocence, soon as I became a man
This ain’t the end though, it’s a mini vaca
I wanna thank you all though, before you vacate
Anybody that I ever interacted with
Your the reason why this music shit is happening
My ride or die Coco, my little brother Flowjo
Marcharda, Smitty, Dady Hitz my committee
My nigga L-Dubb, J, Kody, and Gino
Aquan, Rico, Chef Al, You Know
Julian, Shawn P, Brandon, and Blue-White
All these characters, got me breathing new life
My little sisters, my little brothers
Different dads, different mothers
We all still fam no matter what nothing changing
Don’t begin to feel salty, if I left you nameless
It’s love for everybody, even haters on my anus
The plan is to bring everybody when I’m famous
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released November 29, 2013