| Up early, smokin' and plottin'
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| Looking at these lames being thankful I’m not them
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| This year couple million out the game
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| And you’re wondering how I got them
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| I got it from going hard, I always stay on my job
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| Wanna get high you should come to my spot then
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| And smoke with some heavyweight niggas
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| Jets, Taylor Gang nigga losing’s not a option
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| Now I’m always on the road
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| And everywhere I go people asking what I’m rocking
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| I tell em this is next year’s fresh and this year’s best
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| And some shit you niggas not in, so quit copyin'
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| Yeah man
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| You niggas got it confused, trying to do what we do
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| That’s not the point
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| The point is for you to do you
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| It’s a beautiful thing
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| I’m in the regal, you in a rut
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| Stuck, can’t come up
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| Old, jealous niggas hatin' on us
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| Bitches is wishin' you’d shut the fuck up
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| I’m in the position, set my niggas up tough
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| What the fuck, just jump
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| Continents I promise it
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| I could go from bucks to billions in a minute
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| Made a split second decision
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| Executed with precision
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| I feel attention when I walk in the room
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| Old cuddly ass niggas go to hidin' they woman
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| Thinkin' I’mma walk up to 'em, but I don’t do it
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| Baby girl know the big shit from the manure
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| I could help you shine like a jeweler
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| Candy paint make an old whip newer |