| They try to make me slow down, but I live with the brakes off
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| They tell me I should hold up, but I live with the brakes off
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| Brakes off, brakes off, brakes off
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| And we’re going up, up, up, up
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| Brakes off, brakes off
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| First place in the race
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| Either first or you’re last, my foot stays on the gas
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| Floatin', ain’t take much from out the class
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| Open the Forbes see a young nigga 'bout his
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| Hear people talking 'bout their dreams, he really living out his
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| They hating just to hate, but they don’t really doubt it
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| My eyes stay on the prize
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| Told EI realised that love built this
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| So I’ll be damned if you be fake, kill it
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| Put my all in, make 'em feel it
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| Show me them people who think it’s bosses
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| I’ll make them look like children
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| Top floor of the building, ordering drinks, rolling up
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| Planes all in the same, goes without saying
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| Y’all know the slang, no pain, no gain, let’s get it
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| I’m making ground mine, you taking downtime
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| Every word is «hustle», the whole entire sound shine
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| Chasing the finer things, shining like diamond rings
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| Gemstone flow, that’s the clarity my rhyming brings
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| King with the cold voice, I’m such a rogue choice
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| Tailored suit, pulling up in that Rolls Royce
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| Drop-head coupe, suicide doors
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| Arriving like Sinatra, Louis Vuitton floors
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| I’m talking 'bout my shoes, I’m chalking up your crews
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| I’mma give away the end, partner y’all about to lose
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| That’s just the way it goes, don’t take it to heart B
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| I say you’re just a friend cause my biz is the marquee
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| They try to make me slow down, brakes off, brakes
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| They tell me I should hold up, brakes off, brakes off
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| They try to make me slow down, brakes off, brakes off
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| They tell me I should hold up, brakes off
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| But I live with the brakes off |