First song in 5+ years. Hope you dig 

mo money mo problems a big lie
C R E A M all my brothas fly
no biggie lock it down like Pac
servin up that rock round the clock
on the block I'm in stock bitch

I switch up the flow 
deals on the low
puffin n tokin it's makin me slow
top wit the shelf when I'm smokin da dro
grind it n roll it n load it I blow

whoa whoa whoa
you alr know
so clean 
ridin n my whip mean
litty like a lit screen
pull up on that lit scene
puffin on some lit green
LV on my jean rockin angsty like I'm 16 motherfucker

gone, off the, juice I'm finna slide
hotty shotty all up in my ride
so much drip I leave em tongue tied
if u lucky u gon cash me outside

man I tried to tell a mothafucka I'm up next
spittin it clean while I'm gettin the green, leave em perplexed
flexed widda bling on my wrist
ice on the fist
while I twist a fatty
fried like a patty
no beef
just chief, way I puff this kief
talkin loud green leaf 
kiss grief goodbye
while I fly  
my my 
the time is nigh
but I'm too high to die 
'stead I kiss the sky
'scuse me got no time for the fake shit
grindin to the top I do whatever it takes shit 
I never hit the brakes shit
shiftin it into 5th
driftin it never quit
kit wit shit hit
split it his shit
spit wit lit grit 
mothafucka sit down
yous a mothafuckin clown 
on my head the crown 
the talk of the town
swim in money never drown
brimmin sauce I got the sound
shit gon spin u right around
let's go another round
square up pound for pound
show my teeth bitch I'm a hound

I'm sellin out make it flip run it up bounce back whoa
pack on my lap with the strap on my back oh
Mac finna crack when he lack split his back yo
black on the sack when I mothafuckin pass go 

flow so cold got em froze inna toes 
snow so sold got em nose drip hoes 
grow so bold got em rows like pros
ya bro so gold got em shows for my flows oh

run it up run it back run it back bro
said run it back run it back bro ye
run it back bro

Run It Back Bro (prod. 34 Minutes)

Whoop That Trick Remix (Hustle and Flow)

Father Time

lyrics:
fkn wit me u finna get erased
delete button chillin on my waist
40 leave a fuck mothafucka defaced
no clue what hit chu like yo shit was laced

waste that what we call these bitches
they be stayin green thinkin bout our riches
fuckin fuck heads endin up in dem ditches
wit stitches, bitch we gon delete all y'all snitches
hunt em down like witches
pussy mothafuckas too big fo they britches 
which is it? ten toes or u finna flop
ye u finna fold
ye this shit a bop
neva getting old
like the gold on my neck
like the ice on my wrist
like the ace in my deck
like my vice when I'm pissed
like the bitch I'm finna check 
comin at me wit they fist
ye I leave em in a wreck
disappear into the mist uh

timin on point ye
I'm lightin a joint chea
boy watch where you point ye
we high in this joint chea
do you get the point eh?
now u finna join in?
I'm flyer than fly 
bitch I'm higher than high
bitch I'm sly-er than sly
and I don't even try
I might die in the sky 
asking why I'm that guy
pressin cuz they know I'm that man
got a 100 mil plan cookin up in the pan yuh

let it breathe

I move with the groove 
it's a vibe like the louvre
I'm removin the stress
passin the test
best dressed in the room
clean the streets like broom
seen the beats full bloom
goin up like a plume
that's yes
catch me making moves like chess
ponderin life it's a beautiful mess 
drip drop my finesse I ain't eva gon stop
finna cop me a bag til I touch the top
clean the streets like mop 
widda suped up chop
show the love hip hop
back and forth flip flop
I'm a one stop shop 
on the beat I hop
check yo self I won't hesitate the blick I pop yuh


catch a vibe like this eh?

breathin in this steam
gotta get my cream
I'm flowing like a stream 
living life, a dream 

whole team gon eat
run it up two feet
bish we tear up the street
catch my dawg at the meet

ye we greet fo we run up the drill
grill, that's iller than ill
wrist on that water, chill
I ain't no killa but I filla bitch up widdat lead
if they fuck wit my crew, stretched on the street bled
fled, runnin from that fye now he dead
made his bed now he rest in peace
slide like grease while my money increase
piece, always keep it on me like a key
float away at sea, sippin on some tea 
puffin up dat tree, livin life so free
oui oui monsieur s'il vous plaît
fill up my cup while I lay it down
slayin the sound, I came from the dirt
ye I came from the ground, so I'm bringing the hurt
shake it up like Uzi Vert 'fo I skrrt in the wraith
livin life no faith, catch me holdin it down 
melt away like a frown
double middle fingers, put em up for a clown 
shit just gimme the crown
my crew run this town
pussy bitches gon drown
mad libbin this shit like like
insert a noun sheesh
ye I'm a dog off the leash
oudurve on me like quiche 
cop a piece, clutch
cop a feel, touch
pop a pill, much
oppa kill, such 
are the ways
I'm thinkin I deserve a raise
for the way I make a phrase
they all givin me praise
word like the gun when it sprays
rays sun shinin on my cheek
new freak every week 
tweak on the DL
sell neva dwell
quell every swell
tell by the smell
yell fuck the cops
yo bitch hit me up every time my shit drops
the sitch fuckin lit every time this shit pops
spittin mad flames, listen to the stops
wait
opps hate
chops great
movin that weight like freight
liner, designer of words
fly like the birds 
shit come in thirds
like C E 
y'all feelin me? eh

Run It Back Bro (prod. 34 Minutes)

ParadymShift

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