| There’s demons inside of me testing my patience
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| Remember they told me that I’d never make it
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| But never the less they gon' mention my name
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| With the greats stay away from the hate it is contagious
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| Ain’t goin' to sleep so I’m pouring a liter
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| Got so many stripes like my clothes were Adidas
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| You sink and you swim I was thrown in the deeper
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| Patron in my system I don’t need a reason
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| I’m getting too much money I can’t count it
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| I need about 100K a day as my allowance
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| VVS diamonds got my whole team shining
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| Just bought a brand new rollie and I don’t care what the time is
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| Look
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| I been through the mud got regret on my conscience
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| Anxiety fucked up my head in the process
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| I used to starving down there at the bottom
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| But manifestation’s what let me still prosper
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| As long as my family good then we straight
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| Now everyone’s eating there’s room on my plate
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| I don’t need a vest all they shootings blanks
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| Shout out to Gates, we got money to make
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| I need a big bag
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| I’m tryna do big thangs
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| I been feeling myself
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| Pull up and I switch lanes
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| Call me by my nick name
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| Fuck everyone else
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| I need a big bag
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| I’m tryna do big thangs
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| I been feeling myself
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| Pull up and I switch lanes
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| Call me by my nick name
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| Fuck everyone else
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| I’m applying the pressure
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| I’m applying the pressure
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| I’m applying the pressure
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| I’m applying the pressure
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| I’m applying the pressure
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| I’m applying the pressure
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| I’m applying the pressure
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| I’m applying the pressure now
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| I’m into big bags, thumbing through big cash
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| Got ahead of myself I dun been did bad
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| Now I don’t give a bitch ass
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| I ain’t tell on myself, hmm
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| Everybody wanna shine on side of you
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| You was broke ain’t no one have time for you
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| Ho that you was loving try to mind fuck you
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| Vicious life of crime, can’t retire from it
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| Russian, jewish, lawyer, tell the truth to me
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| All my other lawyers they just lie to me
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| You get locked up, who gon' ride for ya?
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| Someone try something who gon slide for ya?
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| You will never love me like my daughter love me
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| Everything funny she gon' cry for me
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| Breadwinner yeah, I’ma die for it
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| Blood on the money, doing time for it
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| Penitentiary child stood in line for it
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| Wanted elevation went and grind for it
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| Judged a nigga, coming from under the gutter
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| Turned nothing into major status
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| Currency caller been clicking my finger tips
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| And a vision a paper addict
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| All in the past we paid, we’re set
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| We made it out now we raising glasses
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| I need a big bag
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| I’m tryna do big thangs
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| I been feeling myself
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| Pull up and I switch lanes
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| Call me by my nick name
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| Fuck everyone else
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| I need a big bag
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| I’m tryna do big thangs
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| I been feeling myself
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| Pull up and I switch lanes
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| Call me by my nick name
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| Fuck everyone else
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| I’m applying the pressure
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| I’m applying the pressure
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| I’m applying the pressure
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| I’m applying the pressure |