| Fear is not an option
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| I prefer to lose
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| I sometimes secretly hope that my companies go out of business to zero
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| I lose everything and all of you write things on social media that I actually
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| suck and was full of shit
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| And then in the dirt, with a fuckin'— the pain
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| I’ma rise like a fuckin' phoenix and kill all you motherfuckers
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| I mean it, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Straight up out my mother (Mother), straight to the gutter (Gutter)
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| You can trap, you can die, one or the motherfuckin' other (This what you been
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| waitin' on?)
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| Yeah, I sold dope to both of my uncles, should be ashamed (Ashamed)
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| Then my cousin Niecy went in my room and stole my change (Damn)
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| One day I had my four-door Bentley, I need some legroom
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| But right now I’m stuck in this trailer with two bedrooms (Yeah)
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| My cousin Jo Jo gave me a pack, he tried to slave me (Slave me)
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| My nigga Silk showed me the game, he tried to save me (Ayy)
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| What you know about the first and the third? |
| My anniversary ('Versary)
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| So many formula babies we need a nursery (Ha-haa)
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| My nigga Ro taught me to whip it, I’m tryna learn somethin' (Learn somethin')
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| Never been with takin' and shit, I’m tryna earn somethin' (Ayy)
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| Young kingpin on Madden, just ask Floss (You ain’t know?)
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| Thirty days, I’ve been up a month with no coffee (Damn)
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| Thank God I got my receipts, I paid the price
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| Nightmare starrin' the prosecutor, they gave me life, yeah (Ayy)
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| Put that on my sister, my mama, waved at Madonna (Ha-haa)
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| You are listenin' to an entrepreneur in Dolce Gabanna (Ayy)
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| Self-made is my understandin', let’s get it understood
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| Left the hood and came back with a feast, they call me Robin Hood (Yeah)
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| Swear to God I didn’t even cry, ayy, when my granny died (Ayy)
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| «Boy, you better get up and get it» (Get it), star in my granny’s eyes (Yeah)
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| All you niggas thinkin' it’s easy, go 'head and try it, then (Try it, then)
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| You gon' need you some theme music, you hear my violins? |
| (Ayy)
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| Streets were dead, I dropped my first album, I gave 'em life (Life)
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| Motivation then I dropped inspiration, I done it twice (Yeah)
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| Sold a few quarters in plastic, I gave 'em class (Recession, nigga)
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| Nigga served a few on the take, that closed casket (Ayy)
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| That street nigga touchin' them millions, buyin' them buildings (Buildings)
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| Nigga sellin' water, tequila (Avión, nigga), might touch some billions (Damn)
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| America, they label us dealers, that’s the allure (Allure)
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| But the hood, yeah, they label us heroes, entrepreneurs (Yeah)
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| I think you should buy Wheaties
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| Right
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| For, like, like— I’m being serious
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| F’real, f’real
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| Like, that’s what I think you can do
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| I think a lot of kids are gonna make money
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| You’re an entrepreneur
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| Like, when I look at you, I look at you f—
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| I look at you «Entrepreneur, comma, artist»
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| Right |