| Landed with my duffle in hand
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| Working out a plan
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| Hustle not a scam
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| Struggle of a man
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| Tryna get to it
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| Southern supplier of real music
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| Trill shit evoke…
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| Landed with my duffle in hand
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| Working out a plan
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| A hustle not a scam
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| This the struggle of a man tryna get to it
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| Southern supplier of real music
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| Trill shit evoke feeling when you listen to it
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| Only trueness if ever I spoke
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| It was a million dollar quote if ever I wrote
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| Papered up, but I’m still feeling broke
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| Ran 100 miles still got plenty more to go
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| Terrace overlooking the seashore
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| Left side of my walk-in closet look like the BBC store
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| Lifestyle goals, this is something you should reach for
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| High as the stars because we on my nigga
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| Drug dealer cars we gettin' country club homes we living
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| Looking like a PGA champion
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| Crib made out, I’m stoned in the governor’s mansion
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| Tryna put a little dope in the game
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| Put some pure in your veins
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| Help you maintain and stay sane
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| Sharpen yo knives and carve your own lane
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| Never let that money make you change
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| A Gangster gets his money and remains
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| I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
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| I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
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| I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
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| You don’t know how that shit feel
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| I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
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| That ain’t how you niggas live
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| I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
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| You don’t know how this shit
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| I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
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| That ain’t how you niggas live
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| Outside the chicken spot in that Starship Rolls
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| With the kamikaze doors
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| Discussin the hard from the last score
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| As the world revolves slow
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| We livin fast, runnin through that cash
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| Cause any minute can be our last
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| So we live it up, pop a bottle lift your glass
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| This is us, the team that never switched up
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| To the script, memorized that bitch
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| Y’all was tryna be too slick
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| You end up lying in shit
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| See this a dog eat dog world
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| You get fleas you get bit
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| Tryna live free in the streets, might get hit
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| This is for those who wanna thrive, not just exist
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| To survive and surpass all the shit
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| Ferraris and a bad bitch, pillow-top mattress
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| Daydreamin about paper advancement
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| Gettin up, gettin to it, really puttin the plan in action
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| The result is the boss smokin gas, mashin
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| On the interstate blazin' reminiscin laughin
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| Smilin at all memories, even the bad ones
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| Cause at least we had em
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| Some of us made it, some of us immortalized in murals
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| Lookin to the pavement
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| Candles in the spot homie was slayed in
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| I shed a tear with my top down it was rainin
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| Unh…
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| I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
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| You don’t know how that shit feel
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| I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
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| That ain’t how you niggas live
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| I ain’t always had that paper but I been real
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| You don’t know how this shit feel
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| That ain’t how you niggas live |