| Now if I break your heart, lil' momma, don’t make a scene
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| You really mad at yourself 'cause you couldn’t do it to me
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| Probably call me a failure if I ain’t never achieved
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| I rather you call me cocky for livin' like I believe, that I’m a king
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| No sympathizin' with the fake or suprises from the snakes
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| It’s flock season and I value my estate
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| So I bought some barbed wire 'case they tryna climb the gate
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| Houston Rocket on my waist
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| Hip-Hop cops on my case, but fuck 'em, more deposits in the bank
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| God damn a nigga straight, crooked letter on my face
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| I’m a fly crip but I rep my whole race
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| Couple of us eatin' good but everybody want a taste
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| They say, «Get with it or them niggas gon' take»
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| I say, «If you want fish, let me lead you to the lake»
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| But niggas lazy and I’m a late night, early mornin' nigga 25/8 Life wasn’t easy
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| growin' up, I had to make somethin' out of nothin'
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| If you struggled you relate
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| But now I’m straight, everything great
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| I don’t need your help now, nigga, all of y’all late
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| That’s why I made sure all of y’all shake
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| The way y’all ride dick I think all of y’all gay
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| Practice all night, ballin' all day
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| Sleepin' on the flights, when I land I get paid
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| I ain’t got a boss, I am not a slave
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| Turnin' up my hustle is how I give myself a raise
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| And it’s funny how people let money make 'em change
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| See you stickin' to the script then start rippin' out the pages of history,
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| it ain’t a mystery
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| If I died yesterday, my life would be a victory
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| These niggas sound stupid, sayin' they invented me
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| But arguin' with fools is a waste of energy
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| I’m a franchise player and a owner of the team
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| And they only envy me 'cause we on a winnin' spree
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| Now, this the sound of my ceremony
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| The sweet smell of success, yes, I wear it on me
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| The Snoop Dogg lookin' nigga in the mirror told me
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| «Keep gettin' money, fuck bitches, and beware of homies»
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| 'Cause Brutus killed Caesar, and Judas killed Jesus
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| But that’s where I’ma leave it
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| 'Cause they call it dry snitchin' if I take it any deeper |