| Yeah yeah, cause you know I gotta get mine
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| All my niggas all in line
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| So you know we gone' be fine uhuh
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| Just a youngin' on his grind
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| Trying to get to the shine
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| So fuck you and your time uhuh
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| Even if they hate it or they love it they see me
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| Even if they hate it or they love it they see me
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| Even if they hate it or they love it they see me
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| Yeah they see me, uhuh
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| Got on my bottoms to the top of the tops
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| Used to beg for a dollar, now I got this green for the block
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| All these girls they be lovin' how I changed nothing to something
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| And these hustlers be rocking like I got drugs in my pocket
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| I feel so unappreciated
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| They say I’m too overrated
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| Man these haters be hating cause they just mad that we made it
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| See I stopped caring about cowards and concentrated on ours
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| Talking seconds and minutes, I’m talking Roleys and Benzes
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| I’m talking business as usual, sometimes I’m too literal
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| I speak with that Benjamin, if they was real they would do it too
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| I heard I was different now, I swear I’m just living
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| Cause when everything changed, I swear to God that I didn’t
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| I’m like yeah yeah yeah
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| You’d be happy to see me quit but I’d be damned to let you win
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| So Pries gone' get what’s coming while these niggas steady frontin'
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| And I’ma play this game while y’all niggas play the dozens
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| They told me knowledge was power so I chose head over pussy
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| Lately I’m on fire, I’d be scared if you knew me
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| She said slow down a little, you moving forward too fast
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| You’re getting over yourself, I said get yo head out yo ass
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| Cause they doubted my greatness
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| Even tested my patience
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| No invite to the fader, now Coachella got faded
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| I stopped giving a fuck
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| All wondering how come
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| Everyone got a deal, I dropped an album with that boy
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| For real though, looking at these end zones
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| Got me questioning why these rappers settle for field goals
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| Glue crew, we made those
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| They wasting time chasing field hoes
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| We press boxing these meetings
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| Sipping on the Jack getting geeky
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| See me rolling like young Pac
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| Getting Biggie like Raw and Los
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| Dear Lord I hope you hear me cause my church need these dollars
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| Said I’m late for a class
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| But I’m right on time
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| I ain’t worried about you cause I’m gotta get mine foreal, yeah
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| Even if they hate it or they love it they see me
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| Even if they hate it or they love it they see me
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| It’s Pries, yeah! |