| I want you to see my point-of-view
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| Coming from a single parent home
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| On everything and starting with very little, you know?
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| Boy, I’m shinning on these hoes
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| Triple gold Daytons when I’m riding on these hoes
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| Got that leather and wood, you know how that story goes
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| I’m always on my toes when I ain’t pushing a wheel
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| Tires screech and squeal as I bend it to the top
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| All these haters sit and watch my climb wishing that it stop
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| I got a crown on my wrist, and a crown on my top
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| And I got it on alone now they crowding my spot, man
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| Is this the game that I chose?
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| Nobody gave me ish so it’s nobody I owe
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| I got that Lee-Roy glow, soul of an assassin
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| And I’m trying to have me backed in, off up in that corner
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| But I’m off up in this bitch, gold dangling all over
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| This WTAPS sweater and it’s double MG
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| I ain’t gon' be slept on forever, tell the Sandman to wake 'em up
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| And help me count this cheddar, not enough hands on me
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| Eyes on the sparrow and I’m laid up like a pharaoh
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| Got a couple grand on me, I’m just living my life
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| They said I would change, I’m just proving 'em right
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| I was broke before so I’ll be broke some more, man that don’t sound right
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| But what it sound like is a good year for me
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| I used to look at the future and I couldn’t bear to see
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| Me, my momma and my sister was the bears in the tree
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| Porridge in my bowl, trying to keep hold of my souls
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| Now I’m the big man to beat
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| It’s funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree
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| When you start shaking that tree
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| It’s funny how it unfolds when you start shaking that tree
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| Look at me
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| My back is to the wind, and I just want to win
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| But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing
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| Nothing, nothing
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| Looking at the sky, pray that I survive
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| I’m self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing
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| Nothing, nothing
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| Wale though, look, yeah, uhh
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| Gold Rollie, most hoes want to know me
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| Blowing OG, I never socialize with police
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| Glock 40, never had it, why I’ma need it?
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| It’ll be them niggas that’s looking for it, mama’ll be grieving
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| I ain’t thugging, who the fuck is you mean-mugging?
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| I seen the meanest and toughest niggas, Speedy Gonzales
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| Don’t obsess over money, I’m just eager for comfort
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| Don’t obsess over fame, I just speak to the public
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| Ain’t reached my zenith but all the people see that I’m buzzing
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| Shout out Seattle but these rappers, they stealing my thunder
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| Lost a lot of homies, none of 'em even died
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| I see 'em all the time but jealousy is sabotage
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| Riding in another drop, ain’t talking Enterprise
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| They tryna see me get diabetes from humble pie
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| Yeah, I hate to lose more than they love to win
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| That’s the difference 'tween me and them, Ralph, Genius
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| My back is to the wind, and I just want to win
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| But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing
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| Nothing, nothing
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| Looking at the sky, pray that I survive
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| I’m self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing
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| Nothing, nothing
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| I wake up in the morning, roll up my marijuana
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| Thinking 'bout tomorrow, I don’t wanna be a martyr
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| Stress that I be under, blame that on my baby momma
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| Pills that I be popping, wonder will they take me under?
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| Rusty Mac 11 for these ho niggas with drama
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| Success in my possession, had you murdered out of karma
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| All these niggas snitching, witness perjury, Your Honor
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| Handle my business, tuition for my kids' college
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| Dope boy scholar, DEA target
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| 1.7 for these VS’s on my collar
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| Born in the projects now I’m known as the hottest
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| Lay your whole label down, bitch I came for the dollars
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| My back is to the wind, and I just want to win
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| But nobody ever gave me nothing, nothing
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| Nothing, nothing
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| Looking at the sky, pray that I survive
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| I’m self-made but I gave you nothing, nothing
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| Nothing, nothing
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| Keep going, keep going
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| Keep going, keep going
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| Keep going, keep going
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| Keep going, keep going (Maybach Music)
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| Keep going, keep going
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| Keep going… |