| To the young don
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| And to the gangsters, until they postpone
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| To all the hustlers, that’s on the cash grind
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| To those we lost to war and looking for a lifetime
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| I do it for the G’s, I do it for the streets
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| This one for history, I’m toasting this to me
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| Glasses in the air! |
| (It's a celebration baby)
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| I’m toasting this to me
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| Glasses in the air! |
| And this for history
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| True story I was born into the Lord’s glory
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| Hustle and ambition, vision first class ported
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| And that’s according I was cordial on my first formal
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| Trying to make a mill' coming off of four quarters
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| I am so Florida Marlin in my own water
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| Swimming with the sharks, slaughter anyting by the
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| Feeling like an orphan, never knew my real father
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| Guess that’s why I’m going harder than my role model
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| Signed to the biggest label that enable Carter
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| Now they paying Hood out there to my armor model
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| And every Ace of Spades bottle till the last swallow
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| Only taint to ever trained to get the last dollar
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| Black flag scholar, Louis Vuitton don
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| A hundred for the watch, just waiting for the right time
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| I just realized in my money state of mind
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| I’m on another level devils meet me in the sky
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| I used to wake up morning, yawning where I want to be
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| People I want to meet, and places I’ve been dying to see
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| No hope of selling coke or dope, I’m going back to sleep
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| Now I awake with paper bags, cash under feet
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| Throw up the W to represent my dynasty
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| And all honesty the prodigy see no defeat
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| Keep all apoligies, the modesty is all to me
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| It’s ruthless mindframe is the way to be
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| I burn a hater, blow the ashes on his daddy feet
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| May he be deceased, look until you see the beast
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| While I could see you getting rich and niggas envy me
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| It’s deeper than the rap, the realist shit a nigga speak
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| Private planes take me everywhere they wish to see
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| And Khaled taking me to heights they only wish to be
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| Flyest without a wing, the American dream
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| It’s a bird, it’s a plane, naw it’s just me
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| Shout out to Khaled, shout out to Def Jam
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| Shout out to We the Best, what up Dollas and Deals?
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| Shout out to A.D., what up Fo' Fifth?
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| What up Kitgo? |
| What up P Bo?
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| Blood no go, what up A.C.
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| I love you Blonde D, I love you big sis'
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| I love you little sis', I love you 2Pac
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| And I will never stop, let’s toast to the top
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| Ace Hood baby!
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| This is no longer music
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| This is a celebration baby
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| I’ve been introduced to the finer things in life
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| Thank you Lord
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| Thank you Lord!
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| Khaled! |
| I told them
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| Make a toast to them
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| Hi haters! |