| Yeah yeah
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| Correct
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| Fuck what they say
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| I’m getting money, count up everyday
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| Fuck what they say
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| Cause we getting money, count up everyday
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| Give a fuck what you say
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| Opinions don’t matter and suggestions don’t pay
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| I’m on my way
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| To collect everything you niggas tried to keep away
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| Need that gold on my safe
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| Gold rims for the wraith, blow stim in your face
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| Disrespectful they say
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| Only time to be nice is when walking in the bank
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| Ain’t no smiling in my face, we ain’t cool nigga
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| I don’t know you from nowhere, we ain’t go to school nigga
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| Ain’t no blood running through us the same
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| You ain’t fight with me homie, you ain’t gang
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| A low of switching up
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| I stayed the same, kept it solid down to the chain
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| Put respect on every letter of my name
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| It’s that serious
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| You can save all your cheddar, I’m not curious
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| No competition or race, this ain’t Fast and Furious
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| Plus you must be delirious thinking you can compete
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| I walk to the beat of my own drum
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| I drive fast cars like I stole 'em
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| I’m on one
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| On a mission out here getting chicken
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| In other words I’m Marshawn Lynch
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| Fuck what you stand for, you’re out-positioned
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| If you ain’t an ally then you opposition
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| New year so it’s a new mission
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| Might come roaring with the roof missing
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| Or my normal old school with the twelve pistons
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| Squatting on you niggas, yeah I’m back to shitting
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| Blue leather bomber with black mittens
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| White Airforces with the black stitching
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| It’s like '09 again, same mission
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| This tiget got his stripes, ain’t the same kitten
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| It’s a lot I’ve been though so it ain’t the same, listen
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| I’ve been fighting through the darkness pay attention
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| This little light of mine
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| I’m gonna let it shine
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| This little light of mine
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| I’m gonna let it shine |