| This is the moment I dreamed about
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| Mama would wake up and tell me to clean the house
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| Now it’s dinner table reservations
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| Laughing at how they thought we wouldn’t make it
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| Man it was destined and only a matter of time
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| I never hated, I waited in line for the rappers ahead of me
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| Pushing carts at Kroger, sun on my shoulder
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| Had to find a way to make it
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| They way that I wanted and couldn’t let nobody stop it
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| Man it’s like a picture and these haters cropping
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| Niggas wanna talk, I’m not in if it’s not about profit
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| Man I got men who would work in the office
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| And count up the bucks like it’s part of an audit
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| I’m about business and money, it’s no time for haters ‘cause all of ‘em love me
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| I been thinkin' ‘bout it, I been quarterbackin'
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| I been adding numbers, I been adding fractions
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| Dreaming panoramic
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| Yeah, what is attachment?
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| I know that I’m taking a risk for this life that we live
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| All for the riches but daddy would tell me to focus in school and get a degree
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| Get a J-O-B but that ain’t me, I’m on a mission nigga
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| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime
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| I know I’ma shine
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| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime
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| I know I’ma shine
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| 24 7, all I do is grind
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| Knew that I would make it, only doubt is time
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| See the way we living in the grape vines
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| You gon' wanna follow god and get behind
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| twisting in my trigger finger, I can’t wait to hit you like a linebacker
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| Attention bitch, I’m ‘bout to bless you
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| We don’t pray for bitches and everything up there’s a dirty chopper
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| Rifle loaded, missiles stolen nigga
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| Layin', demons pissin', dragon spitting
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| Dragon, she gon' pop it Maco, I just handle business
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| Spraying bitches and lil visits, ‘bout the digits
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| Leave me, I’m as small as temples
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| We vacate, I shoot your condos in December
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| Bought some trees, Sonny Trees prolly took a trip
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| I’m probably mental, Fuji focus, get the picture
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| Yeah yeah, I ain’t even gotta clean the dental
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| I ain’t even gotta chew my food
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| I ain’t even have to see these niggas
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| I ain’t never have to care ‘bout rules
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| the option, change his status
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| Mhm, mhm, yeah yeah
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| Diamonds dancing in the light
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| Mhm, mhm, yeah yeah
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| Lately can’t get at the ice
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| On my own two legs, a nigga bangin'
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| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime
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| I know I’ma shine
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| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime
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| I know I’ma shine
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| 24 7, all I do is grind
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| Knew that I would make it, only doubt is time
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| See the way we living in the grape vines
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| You gon' wanna follow god and get behind
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| Pause, let me take me a breather
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| Man they’re forgetting about me like I’m amnesia
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| I’ma keep moving, my brother, kinda like a seizure
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| I’ve got bars for war, man I bring the ether
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| Ever talk about the Jay-Z Nas beefer
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| You wanna take a break, well take a break
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| And I’ll just fly to Ibiza
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| Find a nice white girl called Edwina
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| And then I sniff her white keys, Alicia
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| Got my ex to think that I need her
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| But I just give her dick then I leave her
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| And that’s real life stories
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| I don’t play Ballamory
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| And when you hit it rich, come back, get the fuckin' birds
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| Get some words
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| Tryna slide in a Lexus, like Alexander Ovechkin
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| Pulled up to the next light flexing
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| Remember when I didn’t have a rental
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| Now I’m at the montage
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| Thinkin' ‘bout getting me a residence
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| Lookin' like the east side’s president
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| While I’m only countin' up the deficit
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| Nigga, how you gon' talk shit?
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| Went from lukewarm piss up to hot shit
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| Must be contemplating ‘cause you not shit
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| From the six dog, know I like to pop shit
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| I hop out, I roll up, I walk in
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| I ain’t with none of the talking
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| They just actors like Christopher Walken
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| True romance, money make the bitch pole dance
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| Told her when she wanna suck my dick
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| Better use both hands
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| Said the same windows
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| Get with the program
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| Cause can’t nobody ride like this, or vibe like this
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| Let me slide right quick
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| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime
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| I know I’ma shine
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| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime
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| I know I’ma shine
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| 24 7, all I do is grind
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| Knew that I would make it, only doubt is time
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| See the way we living in the grape vines |
| You gon' wanna follow god and get behind
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| Throwing money when I’m making money
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| They’re at your feet tryna take it though
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| Forty four with the long barrel
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| Think fast, run and die slow
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| Dream about it when they eyes closed
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| Trapping, flexing all night though
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| Drama with us then we air it out
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| Turn the block into a lights show
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| Fishtailing on the E-way
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| Forty kick like east bay
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| I got niggas that ain’t make it out
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| Tell his mama he ain’t make it out
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| Whippin', pitching ‘til I’m juiced up
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| Niggas beating, wanna choose something
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| I just tell ‘em they should be theyself
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| Mad as hell they can see themselves
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| Piece right on the corner with me
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| Biggie ice just a don to me
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| Treat the hustle like a marathon
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| Who’s putting in the work with me?
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| S praying in the church for me
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| Never should’ve made it out of here
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| Long barrel for a sure shot
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| Money made them problem disappear
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| Niggas be talkin' just like all these bitches
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| I stay in my business, all eyes on them digits
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| Fuck texting a ho, don’t switch on my bro
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| But [?} be a foe ‘fore niggas be fam
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| They fuck you over for money and fame
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| I choose to be player, can’t trip on the game
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| If everybody ain’t real I can’t trip on a lame
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| If a nigga try use he testing the range
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| He touch the concrete
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| Have the nigga like a fish
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| Get the nigga wet from his head to his feet
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| Dumb nigga choosing us over cheese
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| I don’t understand, but that ain’t my problem
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| A nigga can’t be satisfied at the bottom
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| I focus on grinding, come up, get some commas
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| Real my soldier, so sad that you fallen
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| We still makin' moves, tryna get paid
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| Hater talking, give a fuck what you say
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| Pillow talking but won’t come in my face
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| You think this a game, bitch this ain’t arcade
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| Gotta be a boss, can’t live like a slave
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| Sleeping under stairs, remember them days
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| Sleeping in traps, I remember them Ks
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| Lose a ho, look into the sky, cry
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| Now I’m still on the
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| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime
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| I know I’ma shine
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| My clock goin' counterwise, ‘cause I put in overtime
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| I know I’ma shine
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| 24 7, all I do is grind
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| Knew that I would make it, only doubt is time
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| See the way we living in the grape vines
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| You gon' wanna follow god and get behind
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| My clock going counterwise, I know that I’m high
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| I open my eyes, I’m off of the silicide
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| Pool full of liquor, you know I’ma dive
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| Now I’m thirty feet deep
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| I’m swimming around, and I’m looking for freaks
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| Now I hop out the pool, and I run through the streets
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| With the dirtiest cliques
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| Quarterback, throw the ball
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| Oh hit, run it, run it
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| We already know what team I’m on
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| In the kitchen, mind on a nigga’s stomach
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| Mixing up the recipe, it make you vomit
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| And we higher than the stars, they call us comets
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| Niggas worried ‘bout they fuckin' IG comments
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| While we fuckin' fuck it, fuckin' up the commas
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| Yeah, my niggas is hungry
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| They starving like Marvin
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| Damn, and you niggas is talking
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| I’m beggin' your pardon
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| You better keep walking
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| Better take caution
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| Til thou has paid the honorable pardon |