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Made It Home
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Yeah Nah'm sayin'? Ayo I sold drugs on house arrest I had to walk up a mountain of steps, that's how I found success Held my own and now I'm blessed I got an African queen in bed and one around my neck I put my b*t*h under a lot of stress She mad at me still, reality pills got side effects I don't know what the problem is I can't do the sh*t with you that I do with my bottom b*t*h Tell them hoes stay out my business 'Cause they still f**k on n***as that ain't worth five figures Huh, them b*t*hes got two jobs And they got broke boyfriends that still got side b*t*hes Y'all n***as need to check job listings I gotta call my plug five in the morning, we got a time difference Huh, and we don't say much We speak in code, he say, "Hello?" And then I hang up Ayo, my plug know I got the clientele to feed us all You pass me a torch and I'ma light a grill The feds watch an empire build But we fall, my lawyer go to court with an iron shield I touch work with the Midas feel And I ain't retire or chill, them services is provided still Told my girl I'ma write a will So if I die or I'm killed, she ain't stressin' 'bout no minor bills I got rich and ain't signed a deal My first mill' came from flippin' bricks and good survival skills Rob me, get your final thrill Tryna kill everybody like I'm blindfolded behind the wheel Wash money, she dry the bills I'm tryna build equity, she ain't stressin' me 'bout designer heels I got a chef cookin' diet meals And the crib so big, we make the kids to fire drills
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