| Yeah! |
| PSA Volume 2 mayne
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| We back!
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| He on the grind
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| Hustlin' till his bank gon swolle'
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| No rubber bands homie 'cause his bank don’t fold
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| Make it rain, sips of Roseitte
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| But it’s gon catch up with him one day
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| Partner you can have it all (you can have it all)
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| I said you can have it (you can have it all)
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| 'Cause even if you ball, you never be king of it all
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| That’s reserved for the Lord, dawg you can have it all
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| They say this paper make this world spin
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| Chase sin get dough till the world end
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| Back in the day I was in love with the world then
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| But then I kicked her to the curb she was my girlfriend
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| Hey, she said that I can never leave her
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| But now I’m married to the Lord, no prenup
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| Still acting like I need her
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| But all this truth in the way I can’t see her
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| I don’t need the money and dough to make me
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| Hear what you murmur here and I’m a take heed
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| If I go back she’ll probably play me
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| A lot going on it’s more than you see
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| Anti-swag, I ain’t looking for approval
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| I’m killing what’s inside of me that’s looking for approval
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| Weird, I want this pride in me to disappear
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| 'Cause if it wasn’t for the Lord I wouldn’t be here
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| So while you chasin' chains with piece the size of chandeliers
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| I make a toast to the King, cheers! |