| Money only wins beef when you’ve got it with heart
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| If you ain’t got P’s, you ain’t banging out smart
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| A fella snitched, he couldn’t handle the charge
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| Got 'em both birds so I find it bizarre
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| Ain’t no drinks getting served but he’s stood behind bars
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| If I’m a part of the pattern, didn’t lurk in the car
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| I still pull the string like guitar
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| I’ll make you a target, you’ll 'ed to a wall like Jammal’s
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| Take some pressure, as a man that I withstand
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| Gotta watch who you stand with, keep your distance
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| Tryna get that bag quick, call it quicksand
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| Grab that stick and drum kit and make 'em disband
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| Still sin 'cos they need to get their skin tanned
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| Quick maths, done them wait hours, been camped
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| Shit’s sick, gotta weigh out with this rap
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| Bro got his hand in, wait out in this trap
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| Get paid, better days, that’s the impact
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| I ain’t worried 'bout a bail, he just diss tracked
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| I ain’t worried 'bout a diss track neither
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| Got bored of my flow, use Gunna Dee’s one
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| I only roll with the strong, I see some change
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| Hope I seen the last of the weak like a Sunday
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| Looking the money, still ain’t taking a cheque
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| You’ll be hitting the deck
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| If I spin it, I ain’t hitting a deck
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| I only roll with the strong, I see some change
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| Hope I seen the last of the weak like a Sunday
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| Looking the money, still ain’t taking a cheque
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| You’ll be hitting the deck
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| If I spin it, I ain’t hitting a deck
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| I put that grind in just to ease my mind
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| I find the grind easy but it weren’t a easy find
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| Think out the box, select me, unwind
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| Thinking 'bout the cheese for my piece of mind
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| Money on my mind, let me meditate
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| I can’t watch my niggas starve, tell 'em grab a plate
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| It’s a money world, we just gravitate
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| All the money in the world, still, I had to wait
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| Never had to hate
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| When I was in the streets, never had a date
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| Only date I had was at the magistrates
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| Mugshot, got my head right, then I got it straight
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| Making money in my sleep, I never sold a dream
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| You either with me or against me, there’s no inbetween
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| So if I miss you head, I’ll make your shoulder lean
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| Or I slice a nigga up like a aubergine
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| I only roll with the strong, I see some change
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| Hope I seen the last of the weak like a Sunday
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| Looking the money, still ain’t taking a cheque
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| You’ll be hitting the deck
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| If I spin it, I ain’t hitting a deck
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| I only roll with the strong, I see some change
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| Hope I seen the last of the weak like a Sunday
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| Looking the money, still ain’t taking a cheque
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| You’ll be hitting the deck
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| If I spin it, I ain’t hitting a deck |