| I swear to God, this what I live for
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| If you ain’t getting money, what you here for?
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| This what I been grindin' as a kid for
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| If it ain’t money, nigga, what you live for?
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| Riding in a Range, look in my eyes, you see the pain
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| Having convos with my granny, she just tryna keep me sane
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| She told me since a youngin' you and them boys weren’t the same
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| I can tell by your actions you was in another lane
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| And I’m on the same stuff, I can never change up
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| Niggas telling names, huh? |
| That’ll get you flamed up
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| Riding in the Benz, I’ve been in the zone
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| Catch Bibby all alone, now I’m gripping on the chrome
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| Niggas hit my phone, tryna cop a zone
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| Nigga must be working, man what type of shit he on?
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| I can tell by how he talking, that nigga done lost it
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| Tryna put a case on me, you know that that’s gon' cost him
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| Nigga what you live for?
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| Niggas taking risks for the money, doing years for it
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| Gotta feed them kids boy
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| Grinding so hard, I don’t do it for myself
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| Long as the fam straight, who gives a fuck about my health?
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| Look, weighing up them grams, that’s how I learned mathematics
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| Stunting for these hoes, these youngnins hustle ass backwards
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| Them old heads didn’t give them the game
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| These boys lost, man, that shit is a shame
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| And when them boys rolled up, I seen niggas froze up
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| These the same niggas, they be acting like they so tough
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| Boy, you need to stop it
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| That act, you need to drop it
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| Niggas in the streets know I’m all about a profit, huh
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| Cause I don’t need nobody’s help
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| Said I don’t need nobody’s |