| She fuck with the kid, she know what I’m 'bout
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| I just wanna count dollar amounts
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| Fuck buying chains, I could buy land
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| Need to be out, Bape in Japan
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| Looking at fabrics, owning my masters
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| That’s what you call, stick to the plan
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| Could’ve been caught with a stick in my hand
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| Quiet down nigga, you’re just a fan
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| Hustled way harder than most that I know
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| I push these classics as if it was coke
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| Thank god my mom and my pop helped me grow
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| Life altercations got me feeling low
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| But yet somehow, gotta survive
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| Sleeping on me that’s suicide
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| Facing these changes, rivers & tides
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| You decide, we’ve been deprived
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| Hell of a life with so much to give
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| Show em' my worth I gotta be big
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| There’s been a shift I ain’t sleeping as much
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| Hungry as ever I’m feeling a rush
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| Been almost a decade and still I remain
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| Scarred by the time I had wasted to gain
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| Everything now took way harder to claim
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| Many homies turned they back it’s a shame, shame, shame
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| I took them back with the basics
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| Grind way too hard can’t escape it
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| Fuck the crown, the throne I’ma take it
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| The coldest ever let’s face it
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| My story represents greatness
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| Whichever records I’ll break it
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| We persevered through the fake shit
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| We outta here trust your patience
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| She fuck with the kid, she know what I’m 'bout
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| I just wanna count dollar amounts
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| Fuck buying chains, I could buy land
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| Need to be out, Bape in Japan
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| Looking at fabrics, owning my masters
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| That’s what you call, stick to the plan
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| Could’ve been caught with a stick in my hand
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| Quiet down nigga, you’re just a fan
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| She fuck with the kid, she know what I’m 'bout
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| I just wanna count dollar amounts
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| Fuck buying chains, I could buy land
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| Need to be out, Bape in Japan
|
| Looking at fabrics, owning my masters
|
| That’s what you call, stick to the plan
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| Could’ve been caught with a stick in my hand
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| Quiet down nigga, you’re just a fan
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| All of my dawgs wit me
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| Go and send shots, I’ma dodge 50
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| Sip Hennessy, a bad broad with me
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| Took the top off I need it all
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| Need that dope shit I’m on call
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| Bro servin the dope, know he go hard
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| Said she love snow friends gon' ball
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| Took a few trips to that stall
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| Need that big guap, we don’t talk
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| Calling big shots and go off
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| Took 'em ten years to get raw
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| Ten toes down, never gon' fall…
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| Make it rain baby
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| I’m the one I can put you on game
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| Stack up, never did it for the fame
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| Get a check, dip out, switch lanes
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| She fuck with the kid, she know what I’m 'bout
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| I just wanna count dollar amounts
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| Fuck buying chains, I could buy land
|
| Need to be out, Bape in Japan
|
| Looking at fabrics, owning my masters
|
| That’s what you call, stick to the plan
|
| Could’ve been caught with a stick in my hand
|
| Quiet down nigga, you’re just a fan
|
| She fuck with the kid, she know what I’m 'bout
|
| I just wanna count dollar amounts
|
| Fuck buying chains, I could buy land
|
| Need to be out, Bape in Japan
|
| Looking at fabrics, owning my masters
|
| That’s what you call, stick to the plan
|
| Could’ve been caught with a stick in my hand
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| Quiet down nigga, you’re just a fan |