| Uh, chip on my shoulder big enough to crack Oprah
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| I’m a mack, I incorporate that to stack mo' bucks
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| All Money In, no money out to stack mo' up
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| Game back, sewed up, off of rap I’ma blow up
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| Picture me rollin', Maybachs or in a Rover
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| In the back smokin' Backwoods contactin' my chauffeur
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| Contact that nigga Hova
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| I don’t want a contract, just wanna press play on 'em
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| I was sittin' in a cell like, «One day I’ll be a owner»
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| We gon' start it from the trunk and we gon' get up off this corner
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| Fuck believin' luck, I grabbed a mic and went on one
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| Let’s all get right, I got the flight, nigga, roll up
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| Marathon OG, that’s my smoke habit
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| Tiny Loc Supreme, that’s my Loc status
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| Niggas famous but they pockets be on broke status
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| Killin' these rappers off, I’m pretty dope at it
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| I’m on a whole 'nother level tryna stay up
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| Hate to say I lost a lot of niggas on the way up
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| Never turnt down, I’ma always keep straight up
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| Can’t forget the hood and the niggas it done made up
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| I done went through hell with my niggas, I got my weight up
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| And we gon' have some problems if problems can separate us
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| And I ain’t never fold for them niggas, they never fade us
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| And when I see my mama, she happy that I done made it on my own, on my own
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| I got a whole different strategy
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| I serve a nigga if he ever try to battle me
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| I write my own checks, y’all niggas on a salary
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| I write my own raps, ghostwritin', that’s wack to me
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| Twenty-five, a life, no brakes ain’t no match for me
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| I’m all gas 'til somebody light a match for me
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| That’s that fire, nigga
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| I don’t get tired, nigga
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| No, I won’t retire, nigga, get used to me
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| Got me feelin' like the man now
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| But before I came up, I had to stand down
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| Last year you was a hater, you a fan now
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| The day I manned up it was man down, hands down
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| No handouts was the man route
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| No overnight success, my nigga, this shit was planned out
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| From sittin' in a cell, wanted level four
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| I been on another level, bro
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| I’m on a whole 'nother level tryna stay up
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| Hate to say I lost a lot of niggas on the way up
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| Never turnt down, I’ma always keep straight up
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| Can’t forget the hood and the niggas it done made up
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| I done went through hell with my niggas, I got my weight up
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| And we gon' have some problems if problems can separate us
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| And I ain’t never fold for them niggas, they never fade us
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| And when I see my mama, she happy that I done made it on my own, on my own
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| I’m on a whole 'nother level
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| Just bought another Rollie, 'bout to ice out the bezel
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| This is God’s plan, had to wipe out some devils
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| Fuck one million, man, I’m tryna have several
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| All gas, no brakes, full-throttle on the pedal
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| I been runnin' laps like I’m tryna win a medal
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| I could take it back on the block sellin' pebbles
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| Name shoulda been Flintstone, ran base, no treble
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| I’m on a whole 'nother level, I’m on a whole 'nother level
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| I’m on a whole 'nother level, on a whole 'nother level
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| I always want more, I never settle
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| And fuck the middleman and them labels that’s embezzlin'
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| Marathon OG, that’s my smoke habit
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| Tiny Loc Supreme, I’m on Loc status
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| Niggas famous but they pockets be on broke status
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| Killin' these rappers off, I’m pretty dope at it |