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No Free Lunch

by Paid In AmeriKKKa

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1.
Once Again 02:01
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Once again my nigga you know it’s on Goodie on the beat and I’m right on the microphone Game never told my nigga you know it’s sold and Lunch ain’t ever free especially when you grown Get paid young nigga start a bidness mind ya own Pay yo fuckin bills put some food on the stove Ain’t no tricking on these hoes Betta be takin care of yo home If yo niggas ain’t up with you You ain’t really on Talkin that good shit but yo word ain’t yo bond Yo shit looking shakey like a stripper on the pole This shit is all chess and you playin like a pawn I’m the young boy from fresh Gotta plan up my arm Keeping my grass cut ain’t no snakes on my lawn Any rats in the building get a taste of my palm They talk to the long arm Got niggas behind bars That’s sposed to be y’all dawgs But runnin mouths off Y’all niggas is all frauds Got lost in the mild sauce Go sip on some pine sol Lay back and die slow What happened to high lows It’s supposed to be hard roads But niggas forgot roles And raps is all flows Sheeps in wolves clothes Draped in fools gold Actin like real niggas But done got exposed Talkin that trill shit But fake like press ons Asked yo bitch and you said it was all cool My nigga what’s really good Feast on what food Yo hustle do not move Get one thing understand You ain’t on this level with raps or money getting I’m sick of you funny niggas Ol smart ass dummy nigga But back to program bow for no man If this was 05' they'd call me the snowman I’m here for yo motivation Don’t care bout no nigga hating You lacking the vision baby Get back on yo grizzy heavy You feeling me But you can get caught Know what you sellin Know what you bought Let ya paper nigga Yeen gotta floss Them boys on the watch and they tryna get yo clock Know what I'm sayin ahh
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Ring Of Ceremonies (feat. TRUTH Hayes) 03:02
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Feeling like I got to hustle got to grind And multiply my bank roll til it’s overnight I roll the dice no chase hold the ice Grip the vice Two shots kryptonite My weight ain’t lite I came up working right Good for life so fuck what they talkin bout Fuck the hand that feed boi I got to bite Cut the middle man out nigga fuck the price Get up get out early when I rise n shine Never been the type nigga that don’t work for mine I never been the type of nigga for the 9 to 5 They try to give a nigga pennies I ain’t got the time Rather push the dimes til they turn to pounds And I push the rhymes like weight for now See I got my mind on my money for real It ain’t whatchu make baby whatchu you spend Ima get paid when I pimp this pen And I need a ol school fuck the Benz See I do my own thing fuck the trends And my nigga told me everybody ain’t ya friend Now I know some of y’all made like hoes Everybody ain’t gone roll when it’s time for the go But it’s cool I ain’t trippin on nothing I ain't worried bout nothing Everybody ain’t built like me Ima put it all on me Im'a go hard for the team Gotta keep it G A lame ass nigga wouldn’t see Understand what I mean ima different pedigree Big dawg Naw I ain’t none like y’all Ain’t shit you can tell me bout a mothafuckin thang Get gone Nah nigga neva been a game What it is what it ain’t Break the mothafuckin bank It ain’t what you make But it’s what you spend Ol skool Fuck a Benz Off the lot Pull up on them stocks Mothafuck the rims Niggas hate Smiling in ya face Mothafuck a friend Hustlin Win some You lose You get it in the end I been feeling like bossing up I’m out the gut Ain’t talking much I walk hard nigga check the strut You next what better stop flexing tough Or catch the snuff niggas ain’t pressed enough So press em up & show em who the best for lunch You mess with us you only gone catch the dust So brace ya self fall back protect ya neck Watch the best to ever to the game to test And fuck the check if niggas ain’t come correct I live for this you might as well kill ya self I punk the desk if niggas wanna disrespect I’m dame dash is this bih baby stack & flip A Mack a pimp & never will i slack or slip Immaculate ain’t ever had a nap in this Rap for rent I run a hunnad laps in this On that marathon Nip gotta grab the chips From rag to rich and ain’t nothing average You mad at this cause you’n really grasp the shit You lack the shit that win a nigga championships You crashed the whip cause you can’t really handle it I’m moving on toes get jammed and all The coolest dawg get ready for the oohs & ahhs I’m betting it all don’t really care about the odds I’m betting it all don’t really care about the odds It ain’t what you make But it’s what you spend Ol skool Fuck a Benz Off the lot Pull up on them stocks Mothafuck the rims Niggas hate Smiling in ya face Mothafuck a friend Hustlin Win some You lose You get it in the end
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D.G.T.G.P. 03:10
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Lay low Grind mode Grind on My mind on Gettin dough I don’t get tired OH NO Just did 8 hours Ima do 8 mo Got big goals Need big homes For my kinfolk and a big boat Been broke Bounce back New job FUCK THAT Hustle up flip stacks My Money on me nigga bet BLACK Running up a check never flex that Put that money up and invest that Put my niggas on for the get back We ain’t got time for the chit chat Tell that lil bitch she can fall back I’m sumn like a pimp named slick back A nigga on the grind ion chase cat But I’ll run a hunnad miles for the pay back I’m tryna feed a hunnad mouths on a pay check A nigga got it out the mud like way back I swear to GOD ima win Ima hunnad twin in got the drive and the will baby can’t slack I’m up early Every day Fuck talkin Whatchu make Get that money Fuck a break Ain’t no sleep Whatchu bank DON’T GET TIRED, GET PAID DON’T GET TIRED, GET PAID DON’T GET TIRED, GET PAID DON’T GET TIRED, GET PAID Wake u BEAST MODE Gotta eat, feast on Shit hard, keep going On GOD I’ma show em Money up and I want it Gotta get it early morning Money talk and I’m on it So shut the fuck up you ain’t getting nothing I walk it and talk it they looking funny I came for it all like that nigga Tony I’m bout my bidness it’s all independent A nigga been building and tryna get billions Fuck all that talking them niggas ain’t winning They never been in it they working for pennies And ain’t hardly been living this shit ain’t no image The game is for real but they play like a scrimmage Chess ain’t no checkers You move unimpressive Thinking you special That shit ain’t gone help you Better be careful you ain’t on this level Fold under pressure cause you wasn’t ready Holding it steady even tho it’s heavy Yo shit is confetti I came for the record No time for no prepping I’m all at yo necklace I’m finishing lunch when you start on yo breakfast I’m up early Every day Fuck talkin Whatchu make Get that money Fuck a break Ain’t no sleep Whatchu bank
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Down Bad (feat. TRUTH Hayes) 03:38
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Ok I'm puffing on a blunt of that Sticky green chronic sac I done spent my last shiiiiid I can't even flip a pack I been out here chasing scraps My bitch be going tit for tat Trippin on a nigga trap But best believe I'm bouncing back And I'm ridin Cadillac Throw some Ds on that bitch Eviction notice on my door Threw my ass up out the shit A nigga out here living broke My credit score ain't got no hope And niggas never what they claim to be but I'm like fuck it tho Lately I just pray for peace Cuz don't nobody pray for me Niggas jumping ship for free I wonder why the envy me But fuck them niggas c'est la vie Dont care bout what they say about me Don't play bout mine we play fo keeps Cross that line I bet you see Clutch my pistol when I sleep got paranoia from weed Don't hardly eat I'm feeling weak down and out off my feet But asking for no sympathy rather die than beg and plead My heart ain't pumping nothing sweet you niggas looking mighty weak I was down bad outta job on my ass smoking dime bags Baby mama steady hollering bout some Prada bags But I ain't even got a dollar for a tank of gas I'm out here doing bad What's the issue, get ya issue Down bad I'm a get it wit the work or wit the pistol Cop a quarter pound a cookies 24 I'm on the whistle We got the stripes paid off the play official Tryna come up on a bag like fuck a Prada purse Shawty left a nigga down bad She gotta lotta nerve Break the whole cutie down We got a lot to serve Put that work in from the Tre' like I was Larry Bird Boston Garden wit the green leaves Blunts thick as Draymond Lead the team like Mateen Cleaves Final Four wit these hoes 5 gotta go Spark the Garcia Vega then I'm vomanos Made a living off the Mary moved a lot of dope Chasin' Power like Tarique but you ain't gotta Ghost Was on my ass, but now I gotta scope Already bought a foreign now I'm tryna cop a ghost I was down bad outta job on my ass smoking dime bags Baby mama steady hollering bout some Prada bags But I ain't even got a dollar for a tank of gas I'm out here doing bad
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Tales From The Chevelle (feat. Billy Vietlanta & Abib Jahleel) 03:28
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Young nigga started bossing up Niggas round me ain't want nothing Ain't really tryna get comfortable I’m tryna double my hustle up And beat mission impossible Niggas said it's illogical But they'n know where I'm coming from And they'n know what I do it for Gotta win you see the score Down three and my knees sore Dig deep when I need more Pull it out and I ease on This GOD given, my ambition Heart steady won't stop ticking Lights flicking I'm bout ready Game face I'm bout bidness Game seven I got to win it No optimism this profit vision Work hard for that pot to piss in Work hard for this profit nigga Didn't like the story I'm plot twisting Plot thicken it's getting bigger ILL witted and I'm getting sicker Think quicker than the average nigga Cause average shit don't gain residuals Game simple no fundamentals Bullshittin over instrumentals Modern day living minstrel Won't tap dance for a dime or nickel Rappers come by the dime my nigga Ain't worried bout no competition When I hit the stage betta cop a ticket Step out and I shut it down Do it live I know you hear the crowd I said I step out and I shut it down Do it live I know you hear the crowd Just wanna make my daddy proud Just wanna see my mama smile I been dreaming bout ol skools and pretty women Pearly pistols and Benjamin’s long as I remember Paid in full on the tube before I go to school Never change for fame Baby you know the rules Living this life of mine Puffing the green Chilling and writing rhymes simply minding mine Niggas don't like it now they minded mine Boy what the fuck is you on Heaven or earth Niggas don't think that they wrong Pull up and busting the chrome Off of them pills Thinking it's good for a song Niggas be thinking they Pac Screaming outlaw til a lil motherfucker get got I'm a get mine Imperial Eating cereal Nigga I'm the cream of the crop Believe it or not I'm a be riding rolling up all of this weed that I got I don't be having time Living this life of mine A constant contradiction Constantly I be tripping It's just all a competition Life from my perspective homie this shit is no different And as I pray the Lord before he lay me down to sleep Please remind them I don't want them thinking this is sweet I been dreaming bout ol skools and pretty women Pearly pistols and Benjamin’s long as I remember Paid in full on the tube before I go to school Never change for fame Baby you know the rules U niggas cause friction but listen I see the vision Still cooking up like moms kitchen I'm on a mission James Bond Baby girl wanna have bond But she too cocky Big headed it make her way a ton Tryna stack the funds while having fun I bleed rap And feast with the roots that is in my gums At yo local function with Coop Got kush in our lungs Tryna cope but they don't wanna let us B like Bun Get u chopped and screwed The streets a have u tied like papa shoes Can't stop the Truth like Paul Pierce Flow hot like fall gear I use my head but if we ride u wont see no top here So be clear Eye drops only trust eye that's Cyclops I been dreaming bout ol skools and pretty women Pearly pistols and Benjamin’s long as I remember Paid in full on the tube before I go to school Never change for fame Baby you know the rules

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released April 17, 2018

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