| I had to grind, had a lot of money on my mind
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| Started off with a drawer full of dimes
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| Started lookin' for love, it was hard for me to find
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| Bitches tell me they love me, I never believe them lies
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| These niggas tell me they love me, I never believe them lies
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| I promise if you my brother, then I just want you to shine
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| Yeah, I done put it all on the line behind Moz
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| And I couldn’t stop cryin', my little nigga died
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| Took a couple trips and yeah, you want me to slide
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| You know what its behind, we ain’t worried about the time (yeah)
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| Suckas on my line, ain’t nowhere for me to hide
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| I been picking up bags, location on the fly
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| Judge bringin' up priors, legal phone got me lookin' tired
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| And the drive here at least 5 hours, top shelf dope, I ain’t smokin' nothin'
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| sour
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| Nowadays, need a money counter, just to count a couple hundred thousand
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| It ain’t a game like Nintendo
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| Gotta watch how you movin' on them ten toes
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| Nothin' is by the book, niggas switchin' up
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| Snitchin' becomin' bool, niggas bitchin' up
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| Him and his enemigos, yeah they cliquin' up
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| On the 'Gram now, and you ain’t knowin' what is what
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| All this hoe shit at an all-time high
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| They only tend to love you when yo' ass (mhmm)
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| I ain’t gotta speak on it, you got a brain
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| If the shoe fit, wear that bitch
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| Situation’s dirty, then you clean up quick
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| One mop, two cans, on some aerosol shit
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| We just tryna eat, checkin' chicken like I’m Farmer John
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| Mister all kinda knick-knacks, pick you one
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| Look, my vibe on the scale yeah, weigh it up
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| Call me thirty-six, get yo' wages up
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| 'Cause on the way up, nobody asked for me
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| But on the way down, is what they all wanna see
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| That’s where they want me to be
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| Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows
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| What it took to stay ten toes down
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| Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows
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| Where I been, thank the Lord I made it out
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| Nobody knows |