| Hold up
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| How you go from bein' on to havin' no riches?
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| Hoes all in your phone to havin' no bitches
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| Used to be highroller, now look how you sittin'
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| Thinkin' that your life is over, out here tryin' to make a living
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| Told my conscience «Shut the fuck up!», tryin' to get it together
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| Put my hands on my face, can’t look myself in the mirror
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| I swore to God, I said I’d never go back bein' broke
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| Feelin' like I’m back at square one, fuck a nigga bein' po'
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| Guess he didn’t answer your prayers or help your affairs
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| Now that no one cares, what’s the point of bein' here?
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| Yeah yeah, you had it all, hit a broad all night
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| Now shit is comin' full circle, didn’t play your cards right
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| Trip
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| A’yo, a’yo, hey, uh, right there
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| Lay low, a’yo, uh, right there
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| There they go
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| A’yo, lay low, right there
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| A’yo, hey, a’yo, right there
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| Lay low, a’yo, hey, right there
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| Right right
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| Now you askin' «Was it worth it?», since your fame did surface
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| Now you see your purpose, didn’t turn out picture-perfect
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| Thousand-dollar purchase, guap all in your pockets
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| Used to be on top but now they sayin' you ain’t got it
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| So a’ight then, watch me get it even if they goin' to knock it
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| Dollar out of fifteen cents, I turn my shit into a profit
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| Put myself in a hole, money, it got me stressin'
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| Frontin' to force a smile while tryin' to battle depression
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| Nigga, you lost your grip up, nigga, you 'bout to slip up
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| Grab that bottle of liquor, pour cup, pour cup, then sip up
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| Hopin' the story ends, hope a new one begins
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| Leavin' from where I been, wake up out the sleep I’m in
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| Huh
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| For my niggas, and my bitches
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| On they hustle, tryin' to get it
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| When you think you know big dough, then what is it for?
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| Yeah they talkin' mash, woah, what I’m in it for?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| They on that, we on that
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| Right now |