| I came up, I came up
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| And now I see nothing but hate in their eyes
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| All this jewelry on me dripping like a waterfall
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| Four Gs on the 6 series make the Beamer crawl
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| Beam on the .45 I make that Eagle bark
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| Bull dog a nigga eat his face when it spark
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| I ain’t with the talk or that hating shit you on
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| Niggas pocket watching got the feds on the phone
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| Money busting seams on the jeans I can’t hold it all
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| Niggas talking beef grab the draco that’s that soldier talk
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| I been hustling since Motorolas getting quarters off
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| Chevy came with the hard top but that coke was soft
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| Whole city had a coke wave I was so involved
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| House bigger than a synagogue, I’m talking Mazeltov
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| I came up, I came up
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| And now I see nothing but hate in their eyes
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| They hate I survived
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| Hate that I tried
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| They wish that I died
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| They smile in your face with that hate in their eyes
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| They smile in your face with that hate in their eyes
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| They smile in your face with that hate in their eyes
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| I ain’t gotta cut my grass just to see the snakes
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| I can see it all on these pussy’s face
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| I can feel the hate
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| Audemar (?) diamond chains make these niggas hate
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| Fuck my lawyer, fuck the judge
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| I fucked my DA and bought the case
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| Everyday I’m flexing on these haters
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| I fucked the bitch and left the ho
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| You can save her
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| Scooter came up from nothing
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| Section 8 nigga
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| Yeah I came up off the rock
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| Like that nigga Jigga
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| I came up, I came up
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| And now I see nothing but hate in their eyes
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| They hate I survived
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| Hate that I tried
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| They wish that I died
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| They smile in your face with that hate in their eyes
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| They smile in your face with that hate in their eyes
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| They smile in your face with that hate in their eyes
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| Niggas hate to see you up
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| So they try to pull you down
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| You know crabs in a barrel
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| With vultures all around
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| I built cultures with this sound
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| Ten toes down
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| I was planted in the trap
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| Put midwest on the map
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| Do the foreign on the Lac
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| Ack or the yak
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| Most my niggas sell pack
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| Trying to stack these dollars
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| Wear chains like collars
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| Learn the streets like scholars
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| Niggas hating for dollars
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| But still broke with no honors
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| All honest I been balling no college
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| Eight digits with commas
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| Niggas got loose lips
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| But their money is solid
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| All my chains yeah they’re solid
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| All this cash get deposit
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| Goyard, platinum card in my pocket
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| I came up, I came up
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| And now I see nothing but hate in their eyes
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| They hate I survived
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| Hate that I tried
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| They wish that I died
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| They smile in your face with that hate in their eyes
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| They smile in your face with that hate in their eyes
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| They smile in your face with that hate in their eyes |