| Fresh out the club, on my way back to the mansion
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| You know where I’m from, you don’t ever gotta ask us
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| Banged out, still, these hoes think I’m handsome
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| And yes I run my city, run my city single handed
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| If they’d made a movie about my life it would be a classic
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| Drove a bucket and we used to share a mattress
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| Looking at me now you can see the contrast
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| When I’m chilling with a model from Toronto in the Hamptons
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| So what do you need, cause you can have it
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| Long as you willing to bleed for what you’re asking
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| And when you see it you seize it with a passion
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| Cause we don’t believe in second chances
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| The way you fill up them jeans make me imagine
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| But I don’t live in a dream, I make it happen
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| Don’t mean to get in between you and your standards
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| But since every night is a scene, I’m yellin' action
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| I’ve got the meat and the cheese, let’s make a sandwich
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| Just grab which ever of your home girls is the baddest
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| Hopefully she got a swag that could match this
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| But she could be whatever she want, except average
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| And dressed in something I can mess with
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| Spend a lil' something on you bag is expected
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| Louis Vuitton and Valentino collections
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| All you Ugg-boot bitches I don’t mess with
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| I’m international, them niggas are domestic
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| Fuckin' with a baller and usually bringin' out the best in
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| And when it’s over you can count me as your blessing
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| Cause every single loss in your life is a lesson
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| I’m on, and I know I am
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| And I ain’t in nobody rush cause I know my plan
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| Money first, women second, and you hoes is last
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| Cause I don’t wanna fuck if I know I can
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| And yeah, you got a butt, but your soul is whack
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| You like a coke bottle but the soda’s flat
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| Your style like the plastic on the sofa set
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| And run and tell your homegirls I told ya that
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| Look, damn, flow kinda tough
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| And I don’t hate y’all I just only love us
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| The title that I hold is what every one wants
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| But still I play the game like I never one once
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| It’s eleven, you know, one one
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| And every generation had to do what I’ve done
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| To the people I’m a hero unsung
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| Good thing I don’t want fame, I want funds
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| But if they say my name the bell rung
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| I’ve been through so much pain, I feel numb
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| The Marathon, my nigga, I’m on one
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| For as long as the Lord pump air through these lungs
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| And I ain’t perfect, Lord knows I murked shit
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| Until the day that he gave me something to work with
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| Open my eyes, he show me it wasn’t worth it
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| Told me if I lowered my pride, I’d find purpose
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| And it was hard to see the set was a serpent
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| Going too fast to turn, inertia
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| Gotta apply the lesson that you learn
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| You should come fuck with a star, get off earth dick
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| Got money, but you still feel worthless
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| Fuck like a porn star, pussy like a virgin
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| And in return, he keep you in fly purses
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| But when he gone you calling my line urgent
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| Cry me a river, I’ve never be the buyer of them lies you deliver
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| The real is me is mesmerized into women
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| Most of the times she never been with this fly of a nigga
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| And I am the realization, of the dream of this motherfucking nation!
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| Come on, for pussy and power you be patient
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| Come up first, that’s the order of operations
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| Broke nigga hope you hear what I’m saying
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| Either that or you should pop Scarface in
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| Learn the rules to the game that ya playing
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| You got a cell waiting on you in the state pen
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| Hope you hear what I’m saying
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| Either that or you should pop Scarface in
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| Learn the rules to the game that ya playing
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| Cause they got a cell waiting on you in the state pen
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| Yeah, uh, TMC |