| Don’t play with my money
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| Don’t play with my mind
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| Don’t play with my fucking emotion
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| I’m waiting on trial
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| It’s been a while
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| I ain’t got time for for motion
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| While you walking out
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| So I’m running miles
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| And I ain’t got time to be coasting
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| So look at my file
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| I’m counting piles
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| Of money from dreams and devotion
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| Was not know who you fucking with just me, myself and I
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| I’ve been moving all up by myself and getting to the top
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| You can’t stop what’s already on its way, so step out to the side
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| I’ve been grinding since a little kid, so I would never lie
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| I’m a motherfucking monster now, that you just can’t control
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| I just say the fuck I wanna and just do the fuck you don’t
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| You don’t understand the message, get them back to fuck up off
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| I’m a motherfucking gangsta in this business so I won’t
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| Going bye to the people that just want to see me fall
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| So go fuck yourself and all that shit cause I can’t do no wrong
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| I’m a demon, I’m an angel, I’m a god so what the fuck
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| You don’t know what I’ve been going through so miss me when you front like
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| Don’t play with my money
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| Don’t play with my mind
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| Don’t play with my fucking emotion
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| I’m waiting on trial
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| It’s been a while
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| I ain’t got time for motion
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| While you walking out
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| So I’m running miles
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| And I ain’t got time to be coasting
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| So look at my file
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| I’m counting piles
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| Of money from dreams and devotion
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| Sleeping on the ground I thought our lives would never change
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| But we try, we try, we try to get through motherfucking pain
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| Sell my life away for nothing, thought that I had just fell off
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| Stuck inside a prison for my mamma, I would not give up
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| But
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| I’m still in my zone, still with no phone, I ain’t got nothing to prove to you
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| You and your friends you can pretend that I don’t exist or amuse you
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| Say what you want I’m hitting blunts, so people you think they don’t matter
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| No one is fucked, front if you want, you just don’t know what I’m after
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| Doing sold off shows all up and down the fucking globe
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| We took nothing, made it something then got robbed of all our hope
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| I’ve been ducking, I’ve been diving and I know I’m still afloat
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| So just count me out again bitch, just motherfucking know
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| Don’t play with my money
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| Don’t play with my mind
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| Don’t play with my fucking emotion
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| I’m waiting on trial
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| It’s been a while
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| I ain’t got time for motion
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| While you walking out
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| So I’m running miles
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| And I ain’t got time to be coasting
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| So look at my file
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| I’m counting piles
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| Of money from dreams and devotion |