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I might resurrect for a sec just to smash ya wife

All my niggas Gang Gang, bout that savage life

We might make any anything happen if the cash is right

Had a dream there was money with my name on it

Time to hit the next level, throw some fame on it

Bad bitches steady up and down my call log

Next to jealous opportunist that remain phony

Man... this shit ain’t for every nigga

Fam ain’t universal you can’t pose for every picture

You can’t save all yo’ money and save every stripper

My only intention is just to dick her, and never miss her

So, miss me with the dumb shit

Begging ass bum shit

Money come fast but a nigga never come quick

If she got that great great, I might have to fund rent

Then ride your dream car into the sunset.?

“Ooooowee!” Ill One sang as he jumped to his feet. He bounced up and down repeatedly, fists pumping in the air. “This motherfucka a banger!!”

Moses and I were sitting on the couch, bouncing our heads along to the trap beat and the sick verses that he had laid for his song,The Songs of Moses. My baby was definitely a wordsmith and had some bangers in his catalog, but this new song right here was the shit! It was classic trap music that would have the chicks twerking and the guys trappin’ to it. But the lyrics had so much meaning that even the hip hop heads had to respect it.

“We gotta shoot a video for this, like right now!” Ill One was still ranting and raving and dancing to the beat.

Eli looked at Moses as he sat in a chair across from us. “You down?”

Moses’ thick eyebrows curled. “For what? The video?”

“Hell yeah,” Ill One chimed in.

Moses shrugged and pushed his locs out of his face. “I don’t know, man. My old manager handled all of that, but we ain’t rockin’ no more.”

“Did I ask you that?” Eli probed with a grin. “I asked you were you down, that’s it.”

Moses looked back and forth between Eli’s grin and Ill One’s. Then he shrugged. “Hell yeah, I’m down.”

Eli brought his hands together, happily. “Bet. We’re going to shoot a dope ass video, get people talking, and put this in the hands of some key people. You’re on your way with this one, Moses.”

Eli and Ill One happily shook hands and started talkingabout the details of the video while Moses leaned over into my space and whispered, “You good?”

“Yeah,” I smiled. “I’m so happy for you. This song is dope.”

“Butareyou good? I want you to be okay with all of this.”

I put a loving hand on his knee and smiled. “All I ask is that you don’t lose focus on me and Trent.”