| Dollar in my pocket, million on my mind
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| My hustle turned to muscle now my gun’s my only pride
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| Top of the food chain
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| I gotta eat I gotta eat
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| Top of the food chain
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| I gotta eat I gotta eat
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| You a fish amongst sharks
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| Ants amongst apes
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| Put you on the hook, motherfucker now you’re bait
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| Top of the food chain
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| I gotta eat I gotta eat
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| Top of the food chain
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| I gotta eat I gotta eat
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| Top of the food chain, rider
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| My two chains, bitches
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| They sweat me like they’ve been joggin' two days jackets
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| They roll with Jag rappers
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| They wanna wack a solo
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| They only cracked so I held the soda back
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| Jumpers on the scrap
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| This a total rap
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| Heard your heart racin' but couldn’t go the lap
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| Poke in the air, lookin' like I’m hangin' off a branch
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| Hot boy ice, I’m a lover avalanche
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| Runnin' with orangutans that will string the fence
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| We came to eat and won’t even leave the stain
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| Million dollar hunt, you huntin' for some cunt
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| Promise I’ll give her back when I’m done that’s on the one
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| Uhh
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| I’m with the gang on you roaches
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| You’re surrounded by vultures
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| I pop the lock on the candle
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| And cut the leash off the choker
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| Nobody sit, nobody move
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| Cause I’m a chase, I taste the blood
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| Now here come the flood
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| Open the gates where my 8′s at
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| Where the crushed grapes at
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| Came to turn the zoo upside down ASAP
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| Models naked, bottles breakin'
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| The whole town hide your bacon
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| And pray you make it
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| Showin' out on the daily races
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| My pocket’s rarely racist
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| Couldn’t copy my hustle, could barely trace it
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| I keep a double where your mom is just to waste it
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| Top of the food chain
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| Your chain lookin' tasty |