| And roll 'em back to back blowing through a fifty
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| My hat Fendi, chain Cuban, car American
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| Looking and smelling like money but far from arrogant
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| The ghetto Dalai Lama in Prada and Jordan 1's
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| The one who prophesized these wins with more to come
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| With the sight of Nostradamus I promise there’s more commas
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| Stack enough paper to make proud our forefathers
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| For the kids with no fathers we build foundations
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| For those who feel alone we build the nation
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| To ball on fuck niggas who persecute and judge niggas
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| 40 Cal on the waist in case we slug niggas
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| Ain’t no back and forth, you can’t tug with us
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| Ain’t no backing down, ain’t no quitters
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| Survival of the fittest, we the fittest
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| Fifty biscuits at your biscuit nigga
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| Time is money, wouldn’t risk it with us
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| (Give through the heart)
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| Trunk shaking, frame scraping on the boulevard
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| Pray my niggas get to stop moving hard
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| My young 'un got weed by the yard
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| His sister moves bundles for the bars
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| They just hustling, they just wanna beat the odds
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| Shit cloudy where they from, they trying to be a star
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| Momma home, papa gone
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| Big brother locked up, gotta stay strong
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| But they give through the heart
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| Praying one day that’ll lift the sin from their heart
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| Knowing all this evil cannot stem from a god
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| There’s gotta be better ways to make better days
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| They say it’s in how we pray to make sure it stays
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| No masquerade can change fate when death come
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| And those impacted will stay just how you left them
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| And always give through the heart
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| Protect the ones you love and always finish what you start
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| (Give through the heart) |