| Sk8brd
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| T.I
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| Here we go…
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| Just keep going, and don’t look back
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| And look forward from where you’re at
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| There’s some jealousy in your rearview
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| Wave hello, hello, hello…
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| Push that pedal to the max
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| Count that money that’s in your lap
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| There’s some jealousy in your rearview
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| Hello, hello, hello…
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| Hello…
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| Hello…
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| Hello…
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| Wave hello, hello, hello…
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| Mashing in the fast lane, envy in my rearview
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| Mils in my windshield, keep ‘em in a clear view
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| Cheers to my partners who got it, we finally did it
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| And here’s to the ones with potential to go and get it
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| We survived yesterday, foreign ride connoisseurs
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| Popping fly today, tomorrow ain’t promised to us
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| Grind hard for dirty money but our heart’s pure
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| Steady mobbing on these suckers, man they’re so funny to us
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| Broke niggas all smiles when they run into us
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| Get by theyself, they talking tough but don’t do nothing to us
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| Call themselves paper chasing, when wealth be running to us
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| You violate the Puppet Master, get your string pulled
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| Hustle Gang, King Team, label me the ring leader
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| Just showing haters the tail lights of my two-seaters
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| Two heaters with me in the ride but I don’t need ‘em though
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| Left evil behind me, that’s where I plan to keep it, go
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| Just keep going, and don’t look back
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| And look forward from where you’re at
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| There’s some jealousy in your rearview
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| Wave hello, hello, hello…
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| Push that pedal to the max
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| Count that money that’s in your lap
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| There’s some jealousy in your rearview
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| Hello, hello, hello…
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| Hello…
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| Hello…
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| Hello…
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| Wave hello, hello, hello…
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| I hustle hard, forever shine, pay haters no never mind
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| Won’t stop until we popping bottles at the finish line
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| Never been the quitting kind, spirit, ain’t no killing mine
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| I’m getting mine, you don’t like it, nigga, get in line
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| So many times I’ve shown dudes I won’t lose
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| Time’s precious but waste yours if you want to
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| Hey I made it and you didn’t, for that I ain’t to blame
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| Won’t change a thing, the circumstance’ll remain the same
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| Can’t complain, I’m highly favored, my flavor’s god given
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| So used to hate appreciation is a odd feeling
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| Still I stay focused on the millions, trying to dodge prison
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| Praying, asking for forgiveness, hoping God listen
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| As far as dissing me, pimping, go ahead and have a ball
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| Meanwhile I’m getting' bread, determined to have it all
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| I’m talking money, sonny, if ain’t none of that involved
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| Why is we conversing? |
| This vehicle ain’t reversing, go
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| Just keep going, and don’t look back
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| And look forward from where you’re at
|
| There’s some jealousy in your rearview
|
| Wave hello, hello, hello…
|
| Push that pedal to the max
|
| Count that money that’s in your lap
|
| There’s some jealousy in your rearview
|
| Hello, hello, hello…
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| Hello…
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| Hello…
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| Hello…
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| Wave hello, hello, hello… |