| I’m laughing to the bank but ain’t a damn thing funny
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| About that profit like Muhammed, homie all I want is money
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| I’m just ducking from the haters, focused on this paper
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| Tell them niggas on the side see ya' later
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| Cause I ain’t got the time for, no I ain’t got the time for
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| See homie I’ve been on my grind for, so I ain’t got the time for
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| Feel like the top exactly where we supposed to be nigga
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| And I won’t let an opportunist close to me nigga
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| I keep a piece, fuck your peace nigga
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| My lean budget match your monthly rent and lease nigga
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| A genius, she give me brain as soon as she meet us
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| I’m only about a check, even got one outta' Adidas
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| These niggas mimic my moves, lookin' like a hype man
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| On molly right now, even her fingers rolling, ice man
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| George Gervin, coupe swerving while I’m switching lanes
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| Can’t put my trust in these niggas knowing that niggas change
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| So what’s the basis when rappers don’t know the basics
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| Still not taking advice from those I wouldn’t trade place with
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| With all disrespect I ain’t on no saving face shit
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| About to crash and burn, I suggest you hit your brakes quick
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| Streets ugly, blocks need face lifts
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| And even knowing that, I still ain’t left him on that fake shit
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| This game do something to you, turn you into a beast
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| I’m on Billboard charts but we still in these streets
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| Nigga we got to eat, whole squad gotta dine
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| Besides these rappers talkin' about me, homie my life fine
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| Lord show me a sign, till then I’m showing no mercy
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| On this road to the riches but that highway curvy
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| If they fiendin', I serve em'
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| If I’m nothing, she’s slurping
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| Keep a pistol on my purse and never claim to be perfect
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| Both of my hands dirty, we just scratching the surface
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| Bet your past looking shaky, spent your whole life nervous
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| Fuck with me while I’m working, we hit your block lurking
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| We just looking to search him, if we spot him we murking |