| Look, All Money In what I been bout'
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| Since Fifth Ave on a Scwhinn out
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| In too deep had to swim out
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| But ain’t nothin sweet but the penthouse
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| Droptop Benz on the ten now
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| Dropped green dots to the pen now
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| I came up but I been down
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| Cause I standup nigga when they sit down
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| And I gas on niggas in the six now
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| And I built my lane in a brick pile
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| Not a broke real nigga or a rich clown
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| And I coach lil niggas in the mix now
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| Got em thinkin' pro tools 'stead of pistols
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| And I train these bitches like a pit now
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| Every time that I pull up at the Ritz now
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| They be like young hussle you the shit now
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| It’s amazing to niggas how I get down
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| But it’s crazy to me that I exist still
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| Cause the maze in my city leave you crazy and dizzy
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| Cause you either doing life or get chipped now
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| Lot of ghosts in my pics now
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| It ain’t souls occupy the obyss now
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| Tryna cry for em it don’t drip down
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| Cause when you deep in the shit it’ll get foul look
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| I just ball like I sposed' to
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| Quarter mill when I roll through
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| Got the game from the old school
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| Focused on break no rules
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| Operate on my own truth
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| I’ve been making my own moves
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| I keep hearing this game say
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| You could be the one if you so choose X2 |