| To my real ones that know, this ain’t for you
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| To my enemies, it’s still love all day
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| Everybody’s still growing and learning themselves, right?
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| My true story, yo
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| Pondering, pondering how to approach
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| Some of y’all sensitive, but y’all still need to know (Yeah)
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| Wonder how a bunch of sheep can have opinions on a G.O.A.T. |
| (How?)
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| We all on the same continent and off the same boat (Right)
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| Remember early on, y’all ain’t treat me all the same though (Uh-huh)
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| Used to question why the brothers even rocked with me for (Uh)
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| 'Member y’all wondered, used to wonder 'bout Wonder
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| Question why they’d ever wanna push a black woman
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| Niggas on my label who ain’t want me in the front end
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| Some sisters in the industry, y’all know y’all was frontin' (I know it)
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| Dressed too tomboy, rap too lyrical (You said it)
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| I can say more, the pain would bring a few tears to you (Hurt)
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| I shed a few, was booed bad in Fort Lauderdale (Uh)
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| Now I’m boo’d up, they boohoo 'cause I didn’t fail
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| Know who you are, I was told names, never tell
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| The weight that I carried those summers, I’m never frail
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| Now they say I ain’t elite (Who are they?)
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| On to the next
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| I don’t take time to address opinions that ain’t 9th, Dre, or Jay-Z (Right)
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| Only rap radars I need are them and the streets (Right)
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| Be careful, the validations y’all seek (Uh-huh)
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| I been in them offices, they don’t look like you and me (They don’t)
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| I’ve been in offices that they look like me
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| I learned lessons 'bout my essence and this industry (Uh)
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| Y’all banked on the wrong ones, wasted your energy (You did)
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| Lost more interest, got me laughin' at my enemies
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| Every door you close, every back you turn (Uh-huh)
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| Can’t keep me away from the life I earned (You can’t keep it)
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| My rock bottom still the high life y’all yearn (It is)
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| What ain’t given, I had to take my turn (Give me that)
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| Came back, more ammo, like Cleo to burn
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| Blaow, blaow, blaow, nigga, burn
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| We ain’t forgot about them shots, jack
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| They gon' be mad when I squeeze back
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| Money talk, bullshit walk, you dig?
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| If you aim, you better squeeze
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| Real ones multiply, chump niggas bleed, you feel me?
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| We ain’t forgot about them shots, jack
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| They gon' be mad when I squeeze back
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| You can bank on that nigga
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| Two five two 'comin live from the booger boo basement
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| For the big faces, nigga
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| Yo, let’s keep it a whole G, and talk about it upfront (Talk)
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| The best, point blank, period, every month (Talk)
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| The goals been lowered and we still scared to dunk (Talk)
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| Y’all don’t want no smoke, half the squad roll blunts, hold up
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| Enough braggin', let’s talk about the baggin' (Yeah)
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| Talk about the money, who in this business they staffin'? |
| (Uh-huh)
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| Who milk the cows but they never put a calf in (Tell it)
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| White men run this, they don’t want this kind of passion (Talk)
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| A black woman story, they don’t want this kind of rapping (Talk)
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| They love a fantasy, they love the gun bang action (Talk)
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| What good is a black women to them? |
| (Yeah)
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| Raped us in slavery, they raping us again (Yes)
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| Only put us on TV if our titties jiggling (Uh)
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| Jay tried to give us Tidals and we giggling at him (Damn shame)
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| But we ain’t peeped the funny shit they doing (Crazy)
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| Chitlin circuit, mom and pop stores been ruined (Crazy)
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| 'Cause we ain’t wanna share the profit we was all movin'
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| Now it’s pennies on pennies, that don’t make sense do it? |
| (Dollars)
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| We gotta stick together more than we has been (Yes, we do)
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| Beefin' with each other while they get rich laughing (Come on, bruh)
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| Mmh, that’s a no-no (It is)
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| Bust my way through like Cleo with the ammo (Baow)
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| On my own terms, I’ma take what’s mine
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| Singin' day after day, you can sing that line (Like Cleo)
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| We ain’t forgot about them shots, jack
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| They gon' be mad when I squeeze back
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| And that’s a fact, nigga
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| You see we came up, got our change up, but we ain’t change up
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| In a world full of fake niggas, still remain us
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| We ain’t forgot about them shots, jack
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| They gon' be mad when I squeeze back
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| Real rap forever
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| Showin' love to all my strong black queens, you dig?
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| Fuck what you heard, bow down or get shot down, nigga
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| Money (Money, money, money)
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| Get your money
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| Get the money, money
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| Better get your money
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| Get the money, money
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| Money (Money, money, money)
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| Gotta get your money
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| Get the money, money
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| Better get your money
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| Get the money, money
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| Money
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| I remember, don’t worry
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| How could I ever forget?
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| It’s the first time, the last time we ever met
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| Well, I reme- |