| Ayy, jump in the whip and I go
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| Smoke me a ounce, sit back and I think 'bout them days
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| I think 'bout them days I was broke
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| Don’t give a fuck, let a nigga play with my paper
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| I’m hanging his ass by a rope
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| Fresh as a bitch, you already know how I get
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| I pop out, I’m cleaner than soap
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| I’m giving them hope, ayy
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| I bet they gon' think this shit wrote
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| This gas that I’m smoking, this shit make you float
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| I pass you this blunt, you gon' hit it and choke
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| My bitch is like coke, she came straight off the boat
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| These Off-White lows, they came straight out the store
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| They don’t let me in then I’m kicking the door
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| I mad my own lane, fuck switching a flow
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| Ayy, where th rackaids at? |
| Point it
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| Young nigga grinding, a young nigga hustle, we up 'til like four in the morning
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| Putting in work, I do it with ease, young nigga, I’m constantly growing
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| I know I’m a key and I know I was destined, this shit, it keep constantly
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| showing
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| If it ain’t 'bout money, then it ain’t making me mad
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| I hopped out my feelings, I hopped out my bag, young nigga, I’m chasing that
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| cash
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| I came up from shit, could never forget, I’m tryna go to riches from rags
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| My car, it go fast, went back to the future, I don’t give a fuck 'bout the past
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| I’m tryna go to riches from rags, I’m tryna go to riches from rags
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| I’m tryna go to riches from rags, I’m tryna go to riches from rags
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| I’m tryna go to riches from rags, I’m tryna go to riches from rags
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| I’m tryna go to riches from rags, I’m tryna go to riches from rags, ayy
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| New whip got extensions
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| And the whip got some suspensions
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| I think my lifestyle expensive
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| That money dirty, I rinse it
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| Brown Christians Lous, the bottom got blood, they looking like somebody dressed
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| 'em
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| Don’t wanna talk it ain’t 'bout no guap, plus I got these drugs in my system
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| Don’t talk, I just sit back and listen
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| I can say truly I’m gifted
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| I know that this fair 'cause I picked it
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| All these dead faces, this shit getting sickening
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| Put them racks in a duffle and zip it
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| I mind my business, I’m sipping on Lipton
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| Ain’t had no options, was jumping them fences
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| I’m seeing all these dead faces, I’m tripping |