| They don’t believe you 'till you show 'em, you know
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| Yeah, HBK, yeah you know how we play
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| Yeah, and I can’t quit, all I know is, all I know is
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| And I can’t quit, yeah
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| I’m a hustler, I’ll tell you what’s mine
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| I’m so, I’m so on
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| Writing a couple plays at the same damn time
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| I’m so, I’m so on
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| Sitting back and just watching my moves
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| I’m so, I’m so on
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| You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes
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| I’m so, I’m so on
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| Late night in the studio, me and my bruhs
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| I never ever once thought that this would be what it was
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| Corner store every other day to gas the VW
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| I’m going back and forth to Hayward
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| Dropped out cause it sucked
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| In the back of the class, hoodie up, headphones
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| Ready to leave, hurry up, let’s go
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| Shit was picking up, but it still wasn’t easy
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| 40 dropped Function, now I’m on TV
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| Now I’m on my first flight to NYC
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| I was backstage sweating, me and YG
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| Those were the days I would never see again
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| World Trade Center Hilton, it was me and Sam
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| Yeah, same day I dropped Kilt 1
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| Ay, pray for it and it will come
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| 'Cause that’s the way it go
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| Willing stretch, trynna find a song for radio
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| But they ain’t play me though
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| I went back in the kitchen, had to give 'em what they need
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| Me and Jay went Stoopid, I turned Suzy 6 Speed
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| My own little movement, I see it picking up steam
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| They switching up teams, trynna kick it with me
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| I’m a hustler, I’ll tell you what’s mine
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| I’m so, I’m so on
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| Writing a couple plays at the same damn time
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| I’m so, I’m so on
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| Sitting back and just watching my moves
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| I’m so, I’m so on
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| You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes
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| I’m so, I’m so on
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| Cheif’s house was the trap house
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| I’m on Limelinx putting slaps out
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| Yeah, Kilt 1 was the warm up
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| Kristen picked me up in a Honda
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| San Jo, two shows, one night
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| We was running a promota
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| Overpay me still wanted seven hunnid
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| Trust me I got it for you, trust and believe
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| If you ain’t got it, I can spot it for ya
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| Niggas believe in anything, I guess they not as loyal
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| As I though they was, I can’t call you 'cause I’m in
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| Got my dollas up in to three different continents
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| Ain’t no accolades or awards for my accomplishments
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| I’m on some popping shit
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| And now they hating, really thinking that they stopping shit
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| I’m on it all for playing, head to where the profit is
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| Come to my city, I’ll show you where the profit is
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| Blood, sweat, cry for this
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| Niggas ain’t hot as us
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| I’m a hustler, I’ll tell you what’s mine
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| I’m so, I’m so on
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| Writing a couple plays at the same damn time
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| I’m so, I’m so on
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| Sitting back and just watching my moves
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| I’m so, I’m so on
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| You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes
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| I’m so, I’m so on |