| She done fell in love, I’m sellin' dreams
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| I done fell in love with buyin' jeans (Jeans)
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| Hate I found a love for sippin' lean
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| Hellcat faster than a Demon, new G-Wagen with no key
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| Put baguettes in my AP, I ain’t on playin' about they beef
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| Niggas know I play for keeps, treat my brothers like they me
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| Had to make myself a boss, it ain’t no nigga workin' me
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| I invest a couple mil' and let my money work for me
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| Know they hate the way it happened, probably somewhere cursin' me
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| I don’t know nothing 'bout no killin', all I know is murder beats
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| I got rich and understand my next three cars gon' be a lease
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| I ain’t never losin' sleep about no beef, I roll in peace
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| I put diamonds in my teeth, came from grindin' in the streets
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| Get a load and break it down and sell it all and then repeat it
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| Pray to God for all the dawgs behind the wall, they need they freedom (Free
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| y’all)
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| When I be on TV and perform, I hope they see me (See me)
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| Once it’s up, it’s stuck, we get over on niggas, not get even
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| Forgiato rims on my dually, I ride diesel
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| Only rock Amiris with my team, not no Diesel
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| Got some niggas up in Philly play with birds like they Eagles
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| She keep sayin' I’m the man, that shit boostin' up my ego
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| Still in Atlanta sellin' bags like they legal, I’m just sayin' (Yeah)
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| How you try to run off with the wave and you ain’t surfin'?
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| Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty
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| I ain’t even counted up to see what I’m worth yet
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| All I know is put it up and keep on workin'
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| I can’t even hold you, I been gettin' loaded
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| Devil on my shoulders
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| God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah
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| Drop-top McLaren (Oh), everybody starin' (Lookin')
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| Lil' one from the hood turned into the man (Big dawg)
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| Get a lot of money (Yeah), try to stuff it in my pants (4 Pockets)
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| I might do the woah (Woah), nigga, I don’t dance
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| Rings on my hand cost a fortune
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| Shout out to my mama, no abortion (What's up?)
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| D-Boy, white Air Forces (Crisp)
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| Different kinda bags, I got choices (Flavors)
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| And I got the swag for a loyal ticket
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| Think I’m hearin' voices in my head sayin', «Kill him» (Kill him)
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| Know she’ll forgive me, I’m one of the real ones
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| Really from the trenches, turn a dollar to a nickel (Get 'em)
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| Baddest of the baddest, guess I gotta wait to pick 'em
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| Try us, then we smashin', then they go to playin' victim (Kill 'em)
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| I don’t know what happened, all I know is he got hit up
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| I’ma need a napkin, chains drippin', VV’s lit up
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| I’ma get the money and go hard long as I get up (Get up)
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| We gon' beat the trial, I told lil' bruh to do some sit-ups (Push-up)
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| Win, win, win, no lose or draw, I never give up (Nah)
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| Nigga, what you bangin'? |
| What you claimin'? |
| Throw that shit up (4, Baby)
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| How you try to run off with the wave and you ain’t surfin'?
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| Gave 'em all the drip, them niggas still acted thirsty
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| I ain’t even counted up to see what I’m worth yet
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| All I know is put it up and keep on workin'
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| I can’t even hold you, I been gettin' loaded
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| Devil on my shoulders
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| God got my back, so I keep on rollin', yeah |