| On the road to riches my car fast my bitches bad
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| My locs on, my beat thump, my pistol stashed
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| Transition, now their ain’t no looking back
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| My bro home, my daughter straight, now what more can a nigga ask
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| Hows it looking? |
| I’m gon' keep getting cash
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| Cause I’m like that Rolex 2nd hand behind the crystal glass
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| Keep moving, keep hustlin' till I see improvement
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| I know I can’t win 'em all but I can’t keep losing
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| That’s what I use to tell myself when life seemed useless
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| When it felt like if I was to change it would be for music
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| When Pac showed us that the pain we felt was not exclusive
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| Was in the hood but Sean Carter showed us no excuses
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| Now kids tell me I’m the reason that they finished school
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| An if it wasn’t for the marathon they wouldn’t made it through it
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| All on twitter like nigga go on and drop your new shit
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| I’m just taking time to make the proper use of my influence
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| Couple hundred thousand cash a few haters
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| Lawyer fees for new cases and a box of blunts later I give you
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| The streets illustrated latest issue
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| The update on my state of mind and everything I been through
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| Theme music for young hustlers to get their ends to
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| The proof to every young nigga banging on what you can do
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| My, beat banging gold chain swangin'
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| An all money in is still the song that I’m sanging
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| Cant fade 'em fame can’t change him
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| Still screaming fuck a bitch and these bitches can’t blame him
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| It’s true, he in the game these hoes can’t play him
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| Respect a nigga pimpin' cause they know he don’t save 'em
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| Can’t break 'em cause these niggaz ain’t make him
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| But still they try with all their might but I rebuke you Satan
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| Lets Pray… |