| If I make her my chick, I might ice her off
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| I wasn’t always livin' like a boss
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| I went through a burglary phase
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| Blacked out like a goth
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| Probably been through more windows than Microsoft
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| Now I’m flyin' straight, soon won’t have to sell packs again
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| Plus I’m 'bout to get this rap money that I don’t plan to spend
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| School days, I wasn’t doin' chores
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| Ironic, mum searchin' my room cuh' I was going through them draws
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| Can’t afford to miss a few calls
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| And shouts to my nigga W for givin' me a through ball
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| 'Cause all I used to do was unwrap packets
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| Now I’m 'bout to be in the fifty percent tax bracket
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| Still roll through any hood, tell Fatz clap it
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| Big ting, even if it grazes you a man’s cabbage
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| Uh, certified trap star gettin' paid when I record a track
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| And I still can’t put my all in rap
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| Yeah we got it from the ground up
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| Now these niggas and bitches wan' be around us
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| Ooh mama, I ain’t fuckin' with these niggas no more
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| And I ain’t fuckin' with these bitches no more
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| Now it’s time to get it right, get it right
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| Yeah, made something out of nothin'
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| All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night
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| But I’m givin' all my love to the game, to the game
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| I don’t care about the radio, they play me on the streets
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| I make these niggas eat, I pay our wages every week
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| Now it’s show time, I got one foot in the industry
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| I’m 'bout to build a celebrity coke line
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| Fuck a whip, I pull out to the event in a helicopter
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| My nigga Bunz bodyguarding like Kevin Costner
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| So you can try and bump my lil nigga, Pebz a monster
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| Give a nigga fifty shots like some Effen vodka
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| Hands off, I let my soldiers flip it
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| Gave my guy the keys
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| Like I was drinkin' over the limit
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| I got all these fans «in' my lyrics
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| Askin' if it’s true
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| I told 'em «fam, if I wrote it, I did it»
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| Still young but I feel old
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| Told my worker to any kind of stacks
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| Make sure you check every bill fold
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| Mandem goin' out for drinks
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| Can I bring my tec?
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| Gotta sneak this in the bar, no indirect
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| Yeah we got it from the ground up
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| Now these niggas and bitches wan' be around us
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| Ooh mama, I ain’t fuckin' with these niggas no more
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| And I ain’t fuckin' with these bitches no more
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| Now it’s time to get it right, get it right
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| Yeah, made something out of nothin'
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| All these girls, they wanna spend the night, spend the night
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| But I’m givin' all my love to the game, to the game
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| Oh no |