| Can’t stop this money marathon but they gonna try regardless
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| When you go as hard as Hussle they gonna pay you homage
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| Add my jewellery up 100,000 dollars
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| Plus I got the pink slips to the foreign shit that I be drivin'
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| Built my road to riches over lack of options
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| Out the trunk of my blue cutlass with my back to Slauson
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| Now my car’s fresh off the lot and hoes got low mileage
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| Flying out getting paid 10 thousand a show, I’m in
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| 2A with my seat back with my window up
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| Thinking bout the funny niggas that done switched it up
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| We made some plans most of them stuck
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| So tell me one good reason I should give a fuck
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| They know, still cleaning up on the road
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| Living fast sip slow
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| Spending cash to get mo
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| They know, keep a gun everywhere I go
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| Riding round getting dough
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| Living fast and sip slow
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| They know, still cleaning up on the road
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| Living fast and sip slow
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| Keep a gun everywhere I go
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| They know, still ride around getting dough
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| Livin fast and sip slow
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| Gun everywhere I go, they know
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| Tattoos on my face tattoos on my neck
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| Pistols in my stash one button make those eject
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| Niggas hate, no effect
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| Can’t get close enough to touch so
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| Hoes throw me sex
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| Posted, Don’t sleep cuz I won’t slip
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| Won’t lose cause I won’t quit
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| Life is hard, yeah no shit
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| But I’m a real nigga so I don’t bitch
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| That go for my whole clique, self made I don’t owe shit
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| Only ride to my own shit
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| I’m so fly I’m oh shit I mean so fly I don’t know shit
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| My offence I got no kicks I don’t touch guns I got no prints
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| And I’m so fly and I got no tints
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| Riding round without no rims
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| Why? |
| cause I did that and like '06 but they know this
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| They know, still cleaning up on the road
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| Living fast sip slow
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| Spending cash to get mo
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| They know, keep a gun everywhere I go
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| Riding round getting dough
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| Living fast and sip slow
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| They know, still cleaning up on the road
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| Living fast and sip slow
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| Keep a gun everywhere I go
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| They know, still ride around getting dough
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| Livin fast and sip slow
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| Gun everywhere I go, they know
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| Yeah that’s right, that’s right
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| Nigga don’t grind, nigga don’t eat
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| That’s life, that’s life
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| Yeah
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| See I was on the road but I’m back right
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| TMC this that right new shows booked and new tracks right
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| Yeah every nigga out here act like
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| But just a few of us live that life you know first class
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| And got racks right yeah
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| We just sticking to the facts right
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| Rich before rap got crack right
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| Lost everything and got back right
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| Yeah so let’s sip slow to this fast life
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| We gonna do the same thing today and we passed out from last night
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| But it’s cool cuz my stacks right if I’m in the club then it’s packed tight
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| People lie but my stats right and in my last life I was a flash light
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| Nah, I’m just sayin' though I’m that bright
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| It don’t even make sense like a black light
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| How I came put the city on my back no niggas cosign
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| Guess I’m just that type
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| But it’s a marathon, run a lap life
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| My young nigga homie got that flight
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| And niggas ain’t tryin' to fight Fatz, right?
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| And Blacc Sam got the mac, right?
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| They know, still cleaning up on the road
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| Living fast sip slow
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| Spending cash to get mo
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| They know, keep a gun everywhere I go
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| Riding round getting dough
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| Living fast and sip slow
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| They know, still cleaning up on the road
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| Living fast and sip slow
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| Keep a gun everywhere I go
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| They know, still ride around getting dough
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| Livin fast and sip slow
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| Gun everywhere I go, they know |