| Couple investments, a few of 'em made some major sense
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| Keep your two pennies, especially if you ain’t made a cent
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| I learned the game and been getting publishing ever since
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| People that ain’t made a dollar will say they ain’t convinced
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| When you ride to 7−11 on some handle bars
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| You can’t vision how catchy hooks could take a man to Mars
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| The problem is that y’all only just wanna hang with stars
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| Heard Lauryn sing and I wanted to take the world from Nas
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| I salute but I still demand applause
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| I’ve given infinite gifts, I still feel like Santa Clause
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| Males acting like girls I call it mano-pause
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| This the type of verse that I bet you that type of man would pause
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| I can’t stop and give these haters what they ask for
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| 99 thousand or more inside a cash drawer
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| I’m the type to keep a passport on the dashboard, looking for a south of France
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| shore to make a dash for
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| Feeling like Damon Dash been moving that acappella
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| When times is bleak I hit the freeway like it’s Roc-A-Fella
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| It’s been a decade, get a clue that you could stop me never
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| You’d have a better chance of trying to stop a hot propeller
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| On a jet while smoking a cigarette, with gasoline on ya hands
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| Kerosene on ya breath, oh yes I do it the best, get verses then you are blessed
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| I do it for what it’s worth and I’ll never do it for less, stress
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| Never that, I know the album is more than late
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| Looked quantity in the face and told it you’re gonna wait
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| Send a salute to the people who push the culture straight, and those who
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| culture hate I just hope you don’t get to procreate
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| Met with some rappers that industry people over rate
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| Met with the Devil but said I wouldn’t negotiate
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| Lyor made millions, Jay made millions
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| And if Cam made millions I’m feelin' like I can sure relate
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| Killa -- see Mr. Koopa got 'em quite jealous
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| People that hang with Mr. Koopa turn to sky dwellers
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| I’m from a city where the skinny turn to pie sellers
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| And if any say they making millis then they lie tellers
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| Preach
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| The struggle will never cease
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| Your struggle look like a puddle, my struggle look like a -- sheesh
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| I’m visualizing it clear like I’m Mr. Michael Artis
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| It’s either Jackson or Jordan I feel like Michael on beats
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| Could’a been on a beach, instead I turn’t to a beast
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| The clarity of my raps you’d think I created speech
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| Saw me dirty my cleats all over these Houston streets
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| The hundreds stay in my reach
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| The money stay on a leash
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| That hype beasting is in Houston what we call boppin'
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| I make I’m pay for all my words like it’s a blog auction
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| And Go Daddy what she tells me when we blog shopping
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| I’m the type that’d make it and give it a fee
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| And you the type that make it they wouldn’t take it for free
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| They look at you and they like «tell me what’s in it for me» and wouldn’t take
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| ya disc if you put it under their Christmas tree
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| Me, let’s talk about consistency
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| Consistently make 'em feel like these other rappers ain’t sick as me
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| I’m currently in city they’ll never get to see
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| The only suite that they’ll ever see is a pack of swishas G
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| My OG be calling me to tell me that the streets miss me
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| He know I’m eating but the reason is I eat picky
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| Like PlayStation they pump fakin' and you’ll see quickly
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| The game switched they’ll always end up with a 360
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| Albums coming, I tell the doubters just wait till then
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| Shot videos and you know that I’d never waste a lens
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| They sleeping on me could hope that they never wake again
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| But they gotta be sleep when you’re planning a rude awakening
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| Cash rules everything around me
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| C.R.E.A.M. |
| get the money, dolla-dolla bill y’all
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| Hey yo Texas you know the puzzles what I had to solve
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| Ya prodigy be bringing havoc like I had a mob
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| Had three enemies, so them odds what I had to dodge
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| And now I’m riding in cars that look like avatars
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| They ain’t never had the soft never had the hard, they try to make it sound
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| deep to pretend they have a cause
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| Pushing them yellow bricks, no, that’s where you have to pause
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| Most of 'em cowardly and lying like the man on Oz
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| They lying to you, falsifying within their little bars
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| They’d probably try to tell you Tommy really had a job
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| Tell you how they had to starve; |
| how they had rob
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| Like I went to Heaven and took a blessing from the hand of God
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| Nah
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| Sorry I don’t don’t believe it
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| Don’t believe what ya reading
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| Who the ones that achieved it?
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| Not them, we did
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| Irrelevance is as relevant as the person that said it, and you ain’t never did
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| anything, don’t you ever forget it
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| That dialogue you can dead it
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| You borrow your mothers car and put half a tank of unleaded |