| Tell 'em, go home 'cause I’ma go hard
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| I’ma go hard or I’ma go home
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| I haven’t been there you know in so long
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| So goodbye
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| Tell 'em, go home 'cause I’ma go hard
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| I’ma go hard or I’ma go home
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| I haven’t been there you know in so long
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| So goodbye
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| I worked for everything I own
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| Dare a nigga try and take it
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| Take 300 on the frames
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| Just from blocking out you haters
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| Swear they’re in my way
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| They in my rear view mirror
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| If a nigga act stupid
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| I’ma let him get his issue
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| Everything designer
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| And my back seat’s reclining
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| Got a thing for looking good
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| And blowing money like it’s tissue
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| But niggaz see you eating
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| Get to starving for a plate
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| Well, you don’t give it when they hate
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| That’s why my niggas keep a biscuit
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| It’s no gimmick
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| I talk it how I live it
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| So when a nigga cross the finish
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| Gotta push it to the limit
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| Got a mom and little sister
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| I plan on taking care of
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| Lost my uncle this year
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| Couple niggas in the system
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| So I roll
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| No telling where I’m landing
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| But I know something
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| That I’m going towards the money
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| I can see you niggas slacking
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| Everyday I’m on my job
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| Yung Khalifa going hard
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| Till the I’m last man standing
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| Tell 'em, go home 'cause I’ma go hard
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| Go hard or I’ma go home
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| I haven’t been there you know in so long
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| So goodbye
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| Tell 'em, go home 'cause I’ma go hard
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| Go hard or I’ma go home
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| I haven’t been there you know in so long
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| So goodbye
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| Got my eyes on this money
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| And some good weed burning
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| Buying from ya, you got it grand
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| Going hard is not an option
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| Now these niggas acting jealous
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| 'Cause they feel like they ain’t shining
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| And they little shit stop
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| When it’s big shit popping
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| Gotta keep it in my system
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| 60 box of Cigarellos
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| 'Cause I blow it by the onion
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| Pack up some dollar bills
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| Send some paper to my younging
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| 'Cause he just like Steve Francis
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| He be playing with them rockets
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| Whipping on the wheel
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| Got my peddle to the medal
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| 'Bout to hit another city
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| Ain’t no point of getting settled
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| Straight onto the plane
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| Ain’t been home in so long
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| You think it’s my cologne
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| But it’s money that you smelling
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| Eyes like my father
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| Can’t stand my older brother
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| Got some niggas doing years
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| 'Cause of funny niggas telling
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| Nigga, I’ma be grinding
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| Till the day that I expire
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| I’ve been running through the batch
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| Till I’m the last man standing
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| Tell 'em, go home 'cause I’ma go hard
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| Go hard or I’ma go home
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| I haven’t been there you know in so long
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| So goodbye
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| Tell 'em, go home 'cause I’ma go hard
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| Go hard or I’ma go home
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| I haven’t been there you know in so long
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| So goodbye |