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The Underachievers
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Root Of All Evil
Big dreams, big creams get it all with the team Big dreams, big creams get it all with the team
Uh, motivated, this by the smelling mony Taking my niggas out the hood make sure they never above me, Taking your bitches out your aunts with the killer swag, Seeing that motion niggas fake now I don't realest bad Fin this faz and you're the only Hold my nigga see be dumb, our RP in this beat, Take you down to the ghettos to the streets Them creators like the [?]when the kitchen cooking heat, Quit the bitches my nigga and get some more cash, Don't stop stackin' tell us stormers on your four cat Hit the strip club throw it all, on the hard ass Ain't tell you why, tell em don't ask, yeah
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go. Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go.
Okay I'm stack the paper, get hot like them strapers, Two blunts now I make like the tater, Two bitches in the back entertain us, How you get in lane with no paper, But you don't han me though, elevated how when I'm off that drope Got that low three double off for the low, Stoppin these [?]poppin [?]when I have smoked, Tell on my shit, pop for the kitch will you have me spit, Psychedelic can't when I'm on that heal, At the [?]rips, keep you circle tight, [?]saw you here and the niggas gonna pipe, Never see me [?]round down get down, But I ain't no killer, promise I blow go get them sinners Count my figure in the sugar of the winner And the [?]of the winners and they only got witters, Constant lay back of my [?] It was the finest a lot I'm a burn that There's not out here, gonna learn that Get upon shit, nigga, like nigga work promises So pot that medicine, got that remedy for the medicine, Here another nation, liberation [?]I'm blessed like a mason, type blow like I'm Jackson All the richest big faces, live like elevated, See up in the triga nigga, I'm faded.
Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go. Stack them dollars till you can't stack up no more, nigga Tell yourself that you're gonna get it, get up and go.
Big dreams, big creams get it all with the team Big dreams, big creams get it all with the team
Uh, elevated and that's an understatement Worth bout the power and stay addicted to the payments We all sinners, nigga no one it's perfect, We all winners I just half in the surface, You root to evil, dollars consuming people People consuming dollars, like God there is no equal Than good to mother wasting time let's take upon our race I just say [?]and nigga pace, The time is faded seat sleeping down the our glass, No room forever in this era, up the first class Got a devil get trapped, trap get offer the matter Nigga fuck them witches say you're gonna get them riches.
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