| Bona fide hustler, certified G
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| I don’t do this shit for haters, I just do this shit for me
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| Comma, zero, zero, comma
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| We live for them cocaine nights and good summers
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| I’m a bona fide gangster, certified thug
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| I don’t do this shit for haters, I just do this shit for love
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| Comma, zero, zero, comma
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| We live for them cocaine nights and good summers
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| They said they hating on a don, of course they are
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| I’m supposed to shine all the time, I’m a rising star
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| Hood rich, upgraded my bitch, we getting bread
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| She fast to the money, and slow to the head
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| The fire still breath within, here to win
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| On point like your favorite pen, so come again
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| Bona fide gangster, certified thug
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| Homages being paid, fuck who these bitches love
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| I’m a hustler, fix it and get it in broad day
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| Don Ke' I suffered and did it the hard way
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| We eat real good so we doubled the profit
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| I’m talking zero’s, comma’s, safe, deposit
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| I’m hungry for greatness, appetite for doing better
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| I got an eye for this money, a feel for good weather
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| Jacker’s wear concrete shoes, so come test us
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| Go to bed starving, and get paid for breakfast
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| In the kitchen, turn off the stove and clean the dishes
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| Nigga you can stay out of mine, don’t sleep with fishes
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| Desperate for them cocaine numbers and good summers
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| Nigga’s say they want what we got, well take it from us
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| Bird game it’s all official, so make the purchase
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| Soon as them fool’s play games, just put the hearse’s
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| Bare skin covered in dirt with no shirt
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| And these by standards will get hurt for more work |