| I been makin so much money, all my life, for so long
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| Now I got it, I just got to steady move on, and hold on
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| And stay strong
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| Escape the boroughs, 8−50 beams, stone pharaoh
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| Royal stack dinero, the hydro got me limbo
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| Fly bright like UFO, my chain always let show
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| Hop back then I let go, police got me petro
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| This swervin thru the Metro, it’s too tight, you need to let go
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| But overall, I cop the Lex do, and see the next ho
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| Doing '90 on the intro, to get some Indo
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| Black tinted windows, sun roof fell, lettin the wind blow
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| I’m cool now, play a B-Tape and do some freestyle
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| Blank out, meanwhile, uncontrollable now
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| Streets is horrifyin, make me walk around wit the nine
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| Push a Lex Coup, first move I’m ready to shoot
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| Royal Flush, the best nigga, takin over black Range Rover
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| And pullin over double parked thug Casanova
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| Just let the wise show ya, had it lock way before ya
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| And choose ya lawyer, if you got jewels, I run up on ya
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| I’m so swift in my head rest, watchin Sonny Carson flicks
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| Plus I’m iced down, ridiculous, smash box, to steal the fifth
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| So when I see you face to face, you better have the shit
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| Or get ya body lift, nigga
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| Peace to jungle, didn’t want to free my first bundle
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| It all crumbled, makin this money, dyin to humble
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| In the worst way, lotta niggas thugs would turn gay
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| And betray why these niggas run they mouth all day
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| About blastin, you know these weak cats, they love yappin
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| It’s how it happen, it’s goin down while I’m rappin
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| A suspect nigga overheard and got bashted
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| New York will grab you in the five gates where willies operate
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| And scared niggas go to Church to see another day
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| Wit straight gun play, drunk off a E&J
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| They always said drunk niggas tell the truth in ways
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| You need to stop pollyin and see some better days
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| Cuz broke niggas don’t survive, always tellin lies
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| And terrorize, puttin trade marks around ya eyes
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| Been doin this since 85, 97 nation wide
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| You fuck around and day, you ain’t no tough guy
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| I been spendin money while you work nine to five
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| So recognize, Flush lock it down, worldwide |