"Tryna Make A Million"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	Just a song expressing my desire to leave the life of poverty for the life which i was destined for.
	CD: On Mpire Sector 1 Compilation Album   Label: Independent Credits: Production by Jon Cooper
	Lyrics Tryna Make A Million Chorus: I don’t give a fuck if I live or I die, And I don’t give a fuck smoking trees and getting high, And I don’t give a fuck if this my last day, Cuz I’m a leave ya’ll niggaz fucked up in my blast spray, Verse #1: ayo you’s my ace runner.......backwatchin blade’s thunder// tower the hurt.......walk around let Glocks spurt like clockworks// precision timin.......melodic rhythm rhymin// definin my place in this worlds hymen// instead of reproducin.......I’m protrudin and stuntin growth// most verbose quintessential prodigy// appallingly appalling the.......falling peeps in frontal peripheral// make ya fictional life spotlighted a ritual// additional dolla signs turns my eyes green....... sparkle from the sun be the diamond light thing// money.......cash.......hoes well had it all at some point or anuva// a young fucka....... what yo game touchin this.......I been plottin and schemin since a nigga age 6// lil wild decrepit....... best to bless shit.......almost died a few times but still resurrected// blessted ain’t da phrase more like miraculous.......scandalous tactics was immaculate// all pure....... all for that green paper.......Ben Frankoz, Jackz or lil Hams just tryna lace my famz// fuck a Lex Landz I wanna check in hand.......paid grade A spectacular// cuz I’m the bastard to slice your vernacular....... then plaster ya on cement// cuz I’m indecent.......but those trips to the precinct I don’t frequent// cuz I’m the master of life master of night.......that outcast that’s tight// I’m tryna make a million so I gotsta get my money right// Chorus: I don’t give a fuck if I live or I die, And I don’t give a fuck smoking trees and getting high, And I don’t give a fuck if this my last day, Cuz I’m a leave ya’ll niggaz fucked up in my blast spray, Verse #2: Chased by squad cars.......my scarred heart// Just sparks hot thoughts cruelly intentioned// my duties suspending all folks who attemptin descendin upon my market placin// whether drugs weapons or lyrical invasions// we still thicker than most.......Mperial representer just spittin the quotes// jaw droppin awe inspirin flows// that got you coppin my shit at the most vibrant frenzy ever recognized// after peepin folks be screamin I gotta testify// that the M-P-I--R-E be rather breathtakin// when spittin rhythmical equations.......that got the best shakin wit fear// cuz they hatin to hear Czar and the click// Just dischargin the shit.......that causes rivalz sparrin to quit// before we startin to get that locomotion.......of lyrical potions// gettin folks open more than blazin chambers anger// when Czar enter the premises endless kids just submissive when my anger strangles// those foolish enough to tango with this royal cat// who’s leavin ya soiled flat slaughtered by my ambiance// my renaissance be dealin thoughts of Amber Cane.......fame// or a half-a-billion framed embroiderin platinum over my name// Salah just retirin superlyrically acclaimed// wit Allah and my clickz name forever stained on my mufuckin frame// Chorus: I don’t give a fuck if I live or I die, And I don’t give a fuck smoking trees and getting high, And I don’t give a fuck if this my last day, Cuz I’m a leave ya’ll niggaz fucked up in my blast spray,

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