| I’m tryna stop hustlin'
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| But this shit keep callin'
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| I’m tryna stop hustlin'
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| But I ain’t tryna stop ballin' nigga
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| I ain’t tryna stop ballin' nigga
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| No I can’t stop ballin'
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| I ain’t tryna stop ballin' nigga
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| No I can’t stop ballin'
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| Addicted to the lifestyle
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| Every day something new stayin' right down
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| All my niggas we don’t never ask the price now
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| In that box shed niggas sittin' high now
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| Prollin' with the young hoes
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| All-white beamer like the Pope
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| I’m tryna give the youth hope now
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| But all my patnas sell dope
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| I tried to go straight but got pulled back
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| Chose on a nigga, came with her bags
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| Not homophobic when I say I don’t fuck with fags
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| I’m talking punk bitch, straight broke ass
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| Like? |
| funk? |
| flash, bitch down
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| When that money up I’m in town
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| I’m her dude but to me she just a pimp hoe
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| Everyday a nigga in style
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| Pool table in the den
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| Ridin' with half the stable in the Benz
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| My brother from another say he wanna see me win
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| Yeah, that’s why he slid it to me quick
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| As soon as he heard she was speakin' on me
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| Middle finger, you was sleepin' on me
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| Hella cash, how they greet the homie
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| Wanna quit but I need it homie
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| Had to push a hard line in these hard times
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| For that new 911 that’s all mine
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| I show up to the table with all shines
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| Champagne wishes bitches all the time
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| Putting Guccis on the concrete
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| I’m in the middle of the trial
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| I was a broke nigga now I’m paid
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| And I ain’t tryna go back |