| It was me, Joey B and Cocaine James on the O
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| Same clique, same friends, never change on my folks
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| You know hot boys here got them thangs for the low
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| Wise, pull up straight, swings, switchin' lanes on a hoe
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| All this money in the world, it’s a shame to go broke
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| Everybody got dreams, some just aimin' too low
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| If fame is the goal, we can’t get along
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| I aim to be paid, I aim to be great
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| Every day, all day, young and swangin' my braids
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| Aw shit, pop champagne 'til it break
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| Aw quit, ball all ways 'til we came
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| 'Til the grave we’ll be rich, we were made to be this
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| Black and praised with a gift, that just can’t be dismissed
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| Aw shit, it’s Kamaiyah
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| Aw shit, please retire
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| Hot girl set the city on fire
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| I’ve been broke all my life
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| Now wonder
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| How does it feel to be rich?
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| How does it feel to be rich?
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| I done worked all my life
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| Now wonder
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| How does it feel to just live?
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| How does it feel to just live?
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| Everybody want money, want the fame and the clothes
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| Everybody losin' friends, people change when they grow
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| To be known in the game, I’ve been waiting so long
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| Spit fire, spit flames and I came for the throne
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| Told 'em once, told 'em twice, this just ain’t what they want
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| Their speak is excrete and they hate on the low
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| If hate’s all you know, your face gotta go
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| I aim for a change, you stagnant, the same
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| Every day, all day, young and swangin' my chain
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| Aw shit, drink champagne 'til I can’t
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| Aw quit, start the waves that you take
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| Steal our swag and our name, but you can’t be the gang
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| Foreign whips when we swang, BMG do our thang
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| Aw shit, it’s Kamaiyah
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| Aw shit, please retire
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| Hot girl set the city on fire
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| I’ve been broke all my life
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| Now wonder
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| How does it feel to be rich?
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| How does it feel to be rich?
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| I done worked all my life
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| Now wonder
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| How does it feel to just live?
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| How does it feel to just live? |