| My momma ain’t raise no fool nigga
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| Matter of fact, maybe she did
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| My momma raised a fool (haha)
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| But that don’t mean we can’t get rich
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| Too rich (too rich)
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| That’s what they say
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| Humble beginnings
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| Rich ass endings
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| Pockets on swole
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| Big ass bingies
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| Started off losin'
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| Man it wasn’t choosin'
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| Stuck with my nigga’s
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| Now we all winnin'
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| Rollin' up paper
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| Ball like a Laker
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| Top on the building
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| I’m high as a 'scraper
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| What can I say now
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| Cops know my name now
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| No time to play round
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| I’m rich and I’m paid now
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| Stay on that piece for shit for nigga’s that spray rounds
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| Hear all the talk, they gon' come see you any day now
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| Try not to fade now
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| Try to find a way out
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| Nobodies innocent nigga
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| Get down or lay down
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| Made so much money but look how I’d paid out
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| Don’t trust the bank no more so I went and got a safe in my house
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| Guess all these diamonds on my wrist
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| What u blinkin' about
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| It’s all my money on my mind when I’m thinkin' about
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| Try to be the best that I can
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| They got the right decisions, handle it like a man
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| You know I try to do shit with my heart
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| They talk but I don’t listen
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| I just finish what I start
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| You know I tried the nigga’s that said I can’t
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| They got the right decisions, handle business like a man
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| You know I try when people say I should change
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| Sometimes I’m done with trying, I’m just trying to be the same
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| Nigga’s still hating
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| Critics still weighting
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| Said that I’d change my ways and start catching these cases
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| But never said I’d stop counting these faces
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| Flyin' new places
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| Buying them cases
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| Nigga’s want problems
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| I don’t entertain it
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| Cause if it’s real problems
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| It’s not entertainment
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| I’m rollin' a joint up
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| Precise like a painter
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| The grind is what made us
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| The grind is what made us
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| Now the nigga’s that I grew up with lookin' richer
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| Too much turnin' up
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| The club owners tryin' to censor
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| Tatted everywhere my full body full of scriptures
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| Pull up in the phantom
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| Paparazzi takin' pictures
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| Sellin' so much swag
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| We should be your swag vender
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| Big winner in the club, big cash spender
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| Throwin' signs to my man like he a damn pitcher
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| Some shit you can’t witness
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| My nigga we been business
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| Try to be the best that I can
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| They got the right decisions, handle business like a man
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| You know I try to do shit with my heart
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| They talk but i don’t listen
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| I just finish what I start
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| You know I tried the nigga’s that said I can’t
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| They got the right decisions, handle business like a man
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| You know I try when people say I should change
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| Sometimes I’m done with trying, I’m just trying to be the same |