| Uh, Lord knows I’m filthy rich
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| All this ice is like 50 bricks
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| Rap niggas throwing hissy fits
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| I give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift
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| And my bitch so bad, she on my Christmas list
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| 'Member I prayed, really I wished for this
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| To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence
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| I’m with some niggas that mad, we taking risks for this
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| I’m talking, lord knows that I repent for this
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| But Lord knows if I get penned for this
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| I prolly won’t get home until I’m 56
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| They say, I do not know why they be gassing these suckers
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| But fuck 'em cause I am not feeling their shit
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| Difference between me and most of these rappers
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| I’m talking about work that I really put in
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| Talking about pistols I put on my hip
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| And I’m talking about foreigns I really could whip
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| Fighting strong, fighting strong
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| Fighting harder, fight stronger
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| Fighting strong, fighting strong
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| Fighting harder, fight stronger |