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from Philadelphia Eagles 3

"Stay Schemin Freestyle" is track #11 on the album Philadelphia Eagles 3.
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Uh I say one life to live
So nigger Im a ball till I fucking fall
Like September gone hell a hall
Niggers act like they dont remember when I was selling raw
But since they run their mouth like bitches they can tell them broads
How I came through
Panama fling blue
Everybody bust down
And Im with the same crew
Half my homies selling dope
They dont got the same view
But we got the same goals
I used to work that same old
I used to sell them same
Tryna touch a hundred mill
Twenty four with a ghost
I swear my life is hell a real
Took them babies out the hood
Put my momma up on that hill
Got the weight up off my shoulders
Tell them that its time to kill
all the sudden all these other suckers mad
Cause only 24 and buying shit they wished they had
Is it my bad?
Or Is it my fault?
Life I live and shit I talk
Hoes I hit and the whips I pop
When I did that bit they forget that part
And its all so cold
Where grown men cry
And old men die
But I aint fouled
Did them my time
None of them hope he die
But Im gonna live
Like MIA
Sunday we lie
We in that viv
And when we dib
We fly G5 nigger
I used to have a million and a bad bitch
But now I got it I treat it just like my last bitch
Got another one
Hotter than a double sun
Real homies love me cause they feel just where Im coming from
Old heads been balling
I aint talking running gun
Use to chase the paper now the money I be running from
Ah every day I wake up I just pray to god
That I get my cake up and I stay alive
Pac Man Pac Man
Run because the ghost is out
Ross has bought a new crib
Shit it looked like Oprahs house
I just bought a new crib
My shit looks like his older house
Last of a dyeing bread its nothing that I told about
Yall get exported when them bricks get imported
imported
The informers be informing
Got a crib in Malibu California
About to do Miami
Got a sting I clear my debt
I told them do it for ah

I ride for my niggers dog
I ride for my niggers uh
And I slide for my niggers dog uh

I say money in the building everybody spending
Thirty rights Im a shit my pockets sound when it
Louis Vuitton snickers different colors Ill be in them
Keep a bad chick with me
I dont own her she a rental
Cause I
Wear em out
Take em back
She know I extend you with a lot I make I stack
Looking at the dill fuck around and take this back
I get so comfy in that bitch I fuck her and I take a nap Zs
She at me with that paper Im like bitch please
Shout out to the jeweler make my wrist freeze
This shit thats on my hip
Believe youre Swiss cheese
Hit you with the whole clip
You get on some bullshit
Im a blow this paper like its 2012
If getting money was a sin I guess Im going to hell
If stacking on them was a crime I guess Im going to jail
And they gonna have to give me life cause Ill be doing it well
Im getting money on the regular
We dont smoking regular cause nigger we aint regular
Got some pretty on my cellular
All I get is straight cash and Im like a register
Im balling like theres no tomorrow
Forty on my order ma
Thirty foot this pricy piece
I think I got every sneak
I dont hit so many dimes
Presidentuary sweet
Back and forth to Hollywood
MIA like every week
Cant remember my maps
Cause I got so many but now Im back
I came from Hollywood to the trap
And Im right back in these streets
Running round with this map
And I aint talking about my laptop
Talking bout the back block
Running in a dirty wet
Hammers in the stash box
Huh? What you know about that?
Im spitting bars off the top and they aint flowing like that
They aint flowing like this
Old school flow
Flowing like kiss raspy voice in the vib
With a hundred bottle
Ace of spade doing my thing
Hot 97 they know that Im going angry
My neck, my wrist be all bling
A lot of niggers catch cases
They aint like me
They are sing
When its time to see their selves
I aint had no bell
But had a couple of bitches
They was riding me sentimental
So I had to hold it down
And now I got the crown

I ride for my niggers dog
I ride for my niggers uh

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