| Sometimes I chill at home, I might just hit the club
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| Just have that ready on time‚ 'cause bitch‚ I’m in a rush
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| I done did dirt with niggas and kept it on the hush
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| Know all these niggas drinking lean‚ feel like it’s 'cause of us
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| It wasn’t no Instagram shit when I was comin' up
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| Was raised back when you had to be just who you say you was
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| Was seeing money and cars, got in my zone quick
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| Ain’t ask my unc' and them for it, I need my own shit
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| Know all these niggas talking bricks and bows
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| Ain’t ever cooked your own food‚ let alone cook a brick of dope
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| Y’all niggas have the scene, I’m cool with being a ghost
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| It be the niggas who ain’t did shit that do the most
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| Back against the wall, shit‚ I had to grind
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| Waited long enough, now it’s my time to shine
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| Now all I see is green, yeah, them dollar signs
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| Don’t wanna hear your fuckin' mouth if you ain’t got a dime
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| Back against the wall, somethin' had to shake
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| Couldn’t even get a job, I had to grab the blade
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| Cuttin' nickel rocks up on my granny plates
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| 'Cause bad bitches don’t respect when you don’t have a pay
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| My niggas came form rollin' hard and stolen cars
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| I don’t want to go to far but we done been as broke as y’all
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| Money come and go, my dawg, grind it out
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| Fuck bein' a local star, I’m shining now, you do that, you supposed to ball
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| Overlord, Westside, I say that with my chest out
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| Old school on Forgis in the backyard of your ex house
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| Watch got a big bezel, thirty pointer scattered on it
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| Married to the drug game, unholy matrimony
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| Came from an era where you might get your shit snatched at Coneys
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| No, I’m not just rapping, bro, we strapped 'cause we got glasses on us
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| Monte Carlo with the diamonds skating backwards on it
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| I bought the Prezi' brand new, it ain’t no scratches on it
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| Back against the wall, shit, I had to grind
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| Waited long enough, now it’s my time to shine
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| Now all I see is green, yeah, them dollar signs
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| Don’t wanna hear your fuckin' mouth if you ain’t got a dime
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| Back against the wall, somethin' had to shake
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| Couldn’t even get a job, I had to grab the blade
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| Cuttin' nickel rocks up on my granny plates
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| 'Cause bad bitches don’t respect when you don’t have a pay
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| Yeah, Maxfield’s my first stop when I’m in LA
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| Bad bitches forever, switch 'em along the way
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| You having issues with paper, we give this shit away
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| The only issue I got what I’ma put on today
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| Louis luggage, I travel in a fashionable way
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| Luxury items I purchase from stores out of state
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| Saint Laurent, every now and then I might rock some Fendi
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| If she bad and she blow me good, I might buy some titties
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| Trained killers with pistols, they come with license with 'em
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| In the crib for three months just to ice my pendant
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| Scam money from hacking and Mike Amiri denim
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| Gave her Chanel, she won’t forget me, it’s sentimental
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| Back against the wall, shit, I had to grind
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| Waited long enough, now it’s my time to shine
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| Now all I see is green, yeah, them dollar signs
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| Don’t wanna hear your fuckin' mouth if you ain’t got a dime
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| Back against the wall, somethin' had to shake
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| Couldn’t even get a job, I had to grab the blade
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| Cuttin' nickel rocks up on my granny plates
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| 'Cause bad bitches don’t respect when you don’t have a pay |