| Uh-huh
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| Zaytoven
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| Uh-huh
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| Everything at stake at this point
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| Don’t know where to start
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| Just know it started hard (just know it started hard)
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| Ridin' with a charge, in this double-R
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| Prayin' I see tomorrow (I pray I see tomorrow)
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| The hood left me with scars, niggas turned fraud
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| Feel the pain all in my bars (I can still feel the pain)
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| Ice on me colder than my heart, different cars in my garage
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| Feel like money heal my scars (feel like money heal my wounds)
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| Feel like money heal my scars
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| If you take away all this fame, all this status, all my name
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| Strip the diamonds out these chains, I wonder who gon' remain
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| I was so hungry, seen my heart beat, what you know 'bout starving?
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| I got scars on my feet, from kickin' doors and robbin'
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| The lawyer fightin' charges, will they visit? |
| probably
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| Commisary hardly
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| Yeah, if I overcome this setback I don’t want to hear you sorry
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| You can’t get a sentence in my million dollar story
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| I don’t fuck with niggas, I got smoke with niggas, yeah yeah
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| Antisocial, I don’t crack no jokes with niggas, yeah yeah
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| Something I learned 'bout the enemy, gotta keep 'em close to you, uh-huh
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| On the road, different shows
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| I move through these cities with all of my guards up
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| Don’t know where to start
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| Just know it started hard (just know it started hard)
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| Ridin' with a charge, in this double-R
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| Prayin' I see tomorrow (I pray I see tomorrow)
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| The hood left me with scars, niggas turned fraud
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| Feel the pain all in my bars (I can still feel the pain)
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| Ice on me colder than my heart, different cars in my garage
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| Feel like money heal my scars (feel like money heal my wounds)
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| Feel like money heal my scars
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| I had to beat the odds (I did)
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| I got to keep the rod (why you say that?)
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| I had enough of scars (of scars)
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| I do not let you 'flague
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| Got a Fendi band-aid across my heart
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| Tryna heal the scars with these clothes and cars
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| I don’t need a bitch if she can’t play her part
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| Since he playin' games make him bullet dodge
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| I cruise the city in this Wraith space, I say that 'cause it’s stars in it
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| They say I sold my soul, I reply I put my heart in it
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| The talent I got God-given, hundred K some odds with me
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| Large with me, big bag on me, yeah, whoa-oh-oh
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| I had to go put my feelings up (where they go?)
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| I put them all in a Bentley truck (skrrt)
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| These niggas hollerin' and actin' tough (talkin')
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| Really be childish, sippy cup (toddler)
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| I’m in the loft with the semi tucked (right now)
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| I know they plottin' to hit me up (I know)
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| I know I don’t express my feelings
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| Please forgive me, I
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| Don’t know where to start
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| Just know it started hard (just know it started hard)
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| Ridin' with a charge, in this double-R
|
| Prayin' I see tomorrow (I pray I see tomorrow)
|
| The hood left me with scars, niggas turned fraud
|
| Feel the pain all in my bars (I can still feel the pain)
|
| Ice on me colder than my heart, different cars in my garage
|
| Feel like money heal my scars (feel like money heal my wounds)
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| Feel like money heal my scars
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| Feel like money heal my scars, feel like money heal my scars
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| Feel like money heal my scars, feel like money heal my scars |