| They so cold… I know… that they’re out to get me
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| And all those people I call my friends, let it go
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| That’s why I never call on y’all, to be around
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| Cause you see how this money can change everything
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| Geah! |
| See I done came a long way and now I got me a chauffeur
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| Keep my enemies close, keep my friends even closer
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| Muhfuckers that I grew around, thought I could rock wit 'em
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| Watch my cake so hard, they burn a hole in my pocket
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| I see 'em coming from afar because I been through so much shit
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| They plot a lot, hard or not, they see my dough come quick
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| Invested in my niggas, took the realtor route
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| Gambled on the wrong niggas, had to filter 'em out
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| Type of dudes that see my mother and they greet her respectful
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| Behind her back and see her son and try to give me a quick full
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| It’s cool though, I fucks wit 'em even though I ain’t wit it
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| That’s why the gats be in the house whenever niggas come visit
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| Serve 'em drinks and welcome all to the law
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| For let ya drunk friend to show his true side until ya forced to cut him off
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| I seen it one too many times, your peeps be leaving you speechless
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| Sometimes having certain friends can end up being a weakness
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| See now my dogs turn to wolves and try to front me and surround me
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| Come up out they sheepskin and act all different around me
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| They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww)
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| They so cold… I know… that they’re out to get me
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| And all those people I call my friends, let it go
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| That’s why I never call on y’all, to be around
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| Cause you see how this money can change everything
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| Listen! |
| Sometimes I smoke a cigarette and then I think and I choke on
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| How niggas steal this funny style and I was struggling broke
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| Even though it don’t surprise me, shit it’s still kinda funny
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| When I ain’t have, a nigga still would come and try to take from me
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| Instead of cutting my losses, being smart and just end shit
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| Niggas was trying to be loyal, just to maintain a friendship
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| In the wrong situation, plus there’s always a sequel
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| I’m with the wrong muhfuckers, plus they 'pose to be people’s
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| As I get more money, days get colder
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| I learned to realize that power only lies in the hands of the beholder
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| So then I start the heart-on-my-heart as I walk like a soldier
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| Moving so militant, you think I had a chip on my shoulder
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| Living by morals and principles mainly
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| Having heavy thoughts to a kill my brother every time them fuckers betray me
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| But now I’m winning with the strength of the nation
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| I promise that they not even foreseeing the size of the shit they’ll be facing
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| I’m Aftermath now, shit’s getting worse
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| Now when those same «friends» see me goin hard that shit be making 'em hurt
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| They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww)
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| They so cold… I know… that they’re out to get me
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| And all those people I call my friends, let it go
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| That’s why I never call on y’all, to be around
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| Cause you see how this money can change everything
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| Instead they getting together with me so we both can get rich
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| When I’m outta town, these niggas busy tryna fuck with my bitch
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| Same niggas spend they money 'til the shit’ll diminish
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| I hit 'em off and turn around and come right back when it finish
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| I said I’m tired of these niggas, that’ll owe me so much shit
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| That they can’t pay me back for, fuck all the dumb shit
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| Sometime we can’t forgive whatever balances off
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| 'Specially when niggas cross the line that niggas never should cross
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| Realized and thus I state the same shit, get the Range
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| The more money niggas get, shit around you will change
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| Even though niggas’ll flip and say, «You the one changed»
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| Fuck you, they do that just to justify takin your shit from you
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| The more money I get, I get more dangerous stupid
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| Cause I been broke before, and I refuse to go back to it
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| And while I sweep these niggas up under the rug with a broom
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| If I never see these «friends» again, that shit’ll be too soon
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| Shit is real like every wind in my breath
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| And that’s on everything I love, BLOOD OF MY BLOOD! |
| FLESH OF MY FLESH!
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| They see my name and lifestyle and say I changed (how I be so raaawww)
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| They so cold… I know… that they’re out to get me
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| And all those people I call my friends, let it go
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| That’s why I never call on y’all, to be around
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| Cause you see how this money can change everything |