| Yeah
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| Feel good to be back
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| Life good, I can’t complain
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| Left for two years, came back, shit ain’t the same
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| Yesterday I wore rose gold, this ain’t the same
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| This one 40K out the box, I left it plain
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| I been on some low-key shit, stayin' out the way
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| This summer, we gon' see who was playin' and who done saved
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| I get money sittin' on my ass, I got it made
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| Get a nigga whole house cleaned up, I got a maid
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| I been grindin' two-four-seven all around the clock
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| The only thing a nigga take for granted is the countertop
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| Stainless steel ovn, internet inside th fridge
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| Smilin' ear-to-ear 'cause I done stacked a half a mil', nigga
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| They like, «P changed up, he on some ho shit»
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| This ain’t 2012, you want that, go buy my old shit
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| 'Member when I caught the bus to school back in '06
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| Caught the bus down to the V and it’s been on since
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| Talkin' to my nigga from DC like, «What you on, slim?»
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| Talkin' to your ho like she ain’t nothin', «What you want, bitch?»
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| Ain’t nobody never fronted me, I bought my own shit
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| Thousand-dollar sweater, mama say I ain’t got no sense
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| Yeah, keep workin' and never settle
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| In the fast lane, Louis sneakers on the pedal
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| Fuck a Hellcat, I’m in a Demon like the devil
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| Tryna hide an M under my dog house, I need a shovel
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| They say it ain’t trickin' if you got it, huh?
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| I say I ain’t let you bitches trick me out a dollar, huh
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| Gucci polo on with the red and green collar, huh
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| Had to middleman a brick to make a thousand dollars, huh
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| I just spoke an M into existence, I’m a prophet, huh
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| Need to hit the gym 'cause I got pounds all in the closet, huh
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| Tryna parallel park a Lambo' on Collins, huh
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| Swiped the Escalade and I fucked up my whole deposit, huh
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| Laughin' to the bank, my old lady say I’m childish, huh
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| Walked up out that bitch with fifty thousand like I robbed it, huh
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| Thirty pints of red at my side ho apartment, huh
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| Thirty to my lawyer, made them bitches drop the charges, huh
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| I can’t tell the time on my watch, this bitch retarded, huh
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| I can’t even work a nine-to-five 'cause I’m a mobster, huh
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| Counted 60K in small bills, I’m exhausted, huh
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| Ask me how it feel to be rich, this shit awesome, huh
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| (Ask me how it feel to be rich, this shit awesome, huh)
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| Feel good to be back
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| Back in the lab, back on my feet, you know
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| Back to my motherfuckin' family, you dig?
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| Ayy, Dave, let the beat ride out, my nigga |