| Well it’s beginning to look alot Like y’all
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| Follow my every step
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| Take no tone how I rap
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| What else would you expect
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| Oh yes, They say that money talks in these streets
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| If money talks then who say the most and who say the least
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| That’s it if you can and if you can’t choke
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| Ironically the ones who can’t the ones who came close
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| They tell me this how the city really supposed to feel
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| Tattoo my name on your checkbook that will let me know it’s real
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| Listen, hatin is a decision
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| I normally stay in the cup but some people hate the incision
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| Tell you about the suspicion, I ain’t gettin commission
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| And tell you how well and different they do in my position
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| Abort the mission
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| They say they could, they would, they should’ve did that
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| If it’s 15 minutes of fame, where your minutes at?
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| What have you ever done? |
| what have you ever did?
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| It’s rhetorical, don’t answer that 'cause you know what it is
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| When you moving on up everybody wanna roll
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| They say they love me but I can never be sure
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| So you know, you know, I elevate on these hoes
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| Elevate on these hoes
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| They be talking about me everywhere they go
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| But they don’t say when they see me in the streets though
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| So you know, you know, I elevate on these hoes
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| Elevate on these hoes
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| Oh they tell you fade I say you can’t win
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| What goods a hussle when your mentality caged in
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| I pull up on the parking right up in the pavement
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| Step out and look and be stuck in my own amazement
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| And that feeling still ain’t for feeling
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| Millions on top of millions, you gon become the villain
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| You see this one room apartment when we was living
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| This is why I’m claustrophobic and ride away at the ceiling
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| Guess who calling my number, sitting in her pajamas
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| Feeling like it’s Obama that I ain’t given her number
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| Tapping that like a drummer, turning that into a comma
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| And staying somewhere in the winter but feeling like it’s the summer
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| Hold up, the garage is big as the court
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| How you learn how to ball and not even get into sport
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| Decorated the grill made it look like an SP
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| But you can’t see the front when you’re in the rear trying to catch me
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| When you moving on up everybody wanna roll
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| They say they love me but I can never be sure
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| So you know, you know, I elevate on these hoes
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| Elevate on these hoes
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| They be talking about me everywhere they go
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| But they don’t say when they see me in the streets though
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| So you know, you know, I elevate on these hoes
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| Elevate on these hoes
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| See I came up on that Scarface
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| And I came up on that Cass
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| That Pimp C and that Bun B the professors of my class
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| When I made your deal head came through who came up on the last
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| Same person that had taught you how to come up on that cash
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| They say that flattery’s what you get from an imitator
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| Get birth to all my haters I shouldn’t have paid for your labor
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| When you turn to the savior and never ask for a favor
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| Watch people that never gave you a favor act like they made you
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| But I gotta get mine, even get on the rotation
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| Gots to stray thrill never been an imitation
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| Never stop lying 'cause there come the complications
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| Broke the boys off, call it weak intimidation
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| Look in my eyes trying to tell you what you facing
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| Out then outside it’s a legend in the making
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| Watch where I slide in the elevated door
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| Elevate on these hoes
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| Elevate on these hoes |