| Ah (
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| Hit-Boy
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| I do this for sufferin' children and checks from government buildings
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| A dope boy who made a check from other than dealin'
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| What a good feelin' when they know you one in a million
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| The feds buried half of my niggas under the buildin'
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| Don’t judge my life now, nigga, 'cause I been mad stressed
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| On tour with The LOX and had a project address
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| Before this rap shit, all my direct assets
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| Came from high-risk hazards, you know, Pyrex glasses
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| A long way to the Presi' from the Timex Classic
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| I got lines from a year ago that y’all just catchin'
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| I thought small, then I grew, got to find out it was true
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| Money change the people around quicker than it change you
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| You know what BIG said, I’m good long as the kids fed
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| How niggas throw dirt on your name and then beg?
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| Nah, we don’t feel sorry for niggas, get bread
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| 'Cause 'fore them California Kings we slept in a twin bed
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| (Ah)
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| What’s a king to a god, nigga? |
| I’m gon' live forever
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| Feet on the ground, a hundred in the ceiling (Hundred in the ceiling)
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| I’m the last of this breed, you won’t last in these streets long
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| If your only hustle drug dealin' (Drug dealin')
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| What’s a king to a god, nigga? |
| I’m gon' live forever (Live forever)
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| Nigga, I’m gon' live forever (Live forever)
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| This for hoes that’s fuckin' rich niggas, you get a Rollie too
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| 'Cause if I’m up, bitch, we gon' shine together |