| Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
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| Life moves fast and it comes in stages
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| Some hit big and the rest stay nameless
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| Cameras flash and you hit front pages
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| Been paid dues now it’s back to the basics
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| Cops come around, bet a bitch, don’t say shit
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| All I know is real big chick, no fake shit
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| Talk big and don’t take shit
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| Give a bitch an inch and they gon' take 10
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| I ain’t never came up in this shit to make friends
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| Trust as far as I can throw 'em when the day ends
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| All I do is talk shit, never chase trends
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| Bitch come around, turn this motherfucker out
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| Not a doubt or a co-sign
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| Kickin' down the door, now it’s go time
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| And if a bitch got time that’s off my grind
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| I tell 'em stay about your business 'cause I’m on mine
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| So, if you don’t know, now you know
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| Got the pills, got the dope for the low
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| I done moved out the trap and I’m never going back
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| But I’m still the same bitch from before
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| Let 'em know what it is hoe, what’s up
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| Ain’t a damn thing changed, I ain’t never give a fuck
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| Got my city goin' up, couple grams in the blunt goin' up
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| Fifth of Henn in the cup
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| And you know I’m 'bout to drink that shit 'til the motherfucker gone
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| Smoke that shit 'til the motherfucker gone
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| Shake my shit turn a motherfucker on
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| Finally I’m in the spot that I wanna be
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| Everything I worked for is right in front of me
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| Silly bitches under me
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| I’m the bitch bitches wanna be, there’s only one of me though
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| Bitches say I’m livin' comfortably, oh?
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| It’s cause I’m killin' off my last shit
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| Last chick standing from my past clique
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| Probably cause I’m real, no plastic
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| Probably cause they countin' bitches
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| I outta outlast 'em, kill 'em out the game
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| Hit the track and I gas it
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| 0 to 100 real quick, same bitch
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| Change the game shit, like it ain’t shit
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| Don’t trip this is it but I bet it won’t slip, no fumbles
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| Now they talkin', we don’t hear 'em mumble
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| Bitch come around and turn this motherfucker out
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| Not a doubt or a co-sign
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| Now I’m outta reach, hit my own line
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| And if a bitch got time that’s off my grind
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| I tell 'em bitch you know we sittin' on a gold mine? |