| How can I lose when I came here with nothing?
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| Everyday you see me hustling
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| All for the money, if it ain’t 'bout the money
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| Then we cannot have a discussion
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| I was born in the 90s, I’ve been a thug from a YG
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| The streetlife weren’t nice, G
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| I thought you was my homie, but dem man, they are phonies
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| I had to tell him «don't phone me»
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| I’m still getting money with though
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| For the fame, that brudda was my bro bro
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| I love that nigga, no homo
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| Fuck’s sake, I miss my fucking brother Jojo, oh no
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| Everything happens for a reason
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| Free the man dem, they should have freedom
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| I know they did
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| But nobody guides them, now everybody’s grieving
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| And I don’t even know who to believe in
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| Fuck we will never reason
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| I’m heading to the money, had enough of being bummy
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| I’mma come and let it rain when I’m feeling
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| I started out with nuttin', now my money’s up
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| Sitting on a couple racks, I’m 'bout to double up
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| Now the feds and the haters are watching us
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| And money keeps coming, ain’t no stopping us
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| From nothing into something, got my mind right
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| While you’re tryna I’m in the limelight
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| Check my Snapchat, nigga live a nice life
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| It’s the winter, I’m just waiting on the summertime
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| Just so I can flex on you broke boys
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| They talk but they don’t make no noise
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| What up? |
| Pissed, I’m so fed up
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| Fame turned friends to snakes, dem boy jealous
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| Still GG for life, I’m a go-getter
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| If it ain’t 'bout money then please don’t come tell us
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| Young nigga from the south and I made it
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| Ain’t rich but if you note then I make it |