| Regardless of how it goes down
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| Life goes on
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| Am I right?
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| On the way we shed some tears
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| Every day we sacrifice
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| So we can be standing here
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| Oh what a hell of a life
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| Been winning so many years
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| And the future is bright
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| Now it’s very clear
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| That we gon' be rich forever
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| And ever, and ever
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| We gon' be rich forever
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| We gon' be rich forever
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| And ever, and ever
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| I remember being blind to it
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| 'Til the day I put my mind to it
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| Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
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| I sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it
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| Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it?
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| Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
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| Every day I’m hustlin' on every corner boomin'
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| Back of the phantom couldn’t fathom I was such a student
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| Grandfather deal for the godfather
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| Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God’s orders
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| And he told me I was rich forever
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| And he showed me I was rich forever
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| They call me Mr. Roberts when I’m in the bank
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| Digits like the Dodgers when it come to franks
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| Flossin' out in Compton like I got a cape
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| RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely niggas fade
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| White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
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| Count a million cash, can you blog that?
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| Me and my ni*gas your type never exchange numbers
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| Want to conversate and steal game from us
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| See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
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| Never playin' so I went and got the frame flooded
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| Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
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| Your shit pushed back cause it ain’t buzzin'
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| Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
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| Niggas hustle backwards all of a sudden
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| Can’t talk snow, where the soft at
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| Your man got murked, but you squashed that
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| Hope you know what we call that
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| I think you know just what we call that
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| All you p*ssy boys fall back
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| Big face Rolly, Rolls Gold cost 40
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| Platinum twenty-one, it’s time to go and spoil shorty
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| You only live once I’m screaming YOLO in the VI
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| Time flies fast balling with my nigga T. I
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| Ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence
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| Tall supermodels always fall in my possession
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| Atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
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| But I only got a thing for young b*tches with aggression
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| Show me that affection that a D-Boy craves
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| Rich forever in my D-Boy ways
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| Sold dope, blue jeans, new J’s
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| Sold dope by any means all day
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| Been winning so many years
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| And the future is bright
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| Now it’s very clear
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| That we gon' be rich forever
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| And ever, and ever
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| We gon' be rich forever
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| 100 mil ain’t enough
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| Got 100 women, gotta deal with it, love
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| Worth 40m's is he still dealing drugs
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| Cigarettes, speedboats, but he’s still with the thugs
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| Club Liv, Louis shots on a Sunday
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| Grinding, even be legit one day
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| Order some more bottles because I’m on one
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| I know her p*ssy wet, and she wanna cum
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| She wanna cum, maybe come over
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| Stop dealing with them ni*gas you need one soldier
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| Keep you as my b*tch forever
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| Cause you know a ni*ga rich forever
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| Been winning so many years
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| And the future is bright
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| Now it’s very clear
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| That we gon' be rich forever
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| And ever, and ever
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| We gon' be rich forever |