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Better Than Love
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Curren$y
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Uh, I still say money feel better than love, huh Uh, I still say— yo, yo I told myself and then I went and showed myself You see, I ran it up quick, it's the least I owed myself Invest in yourself, my n***a, that's how you hold your wealth For the love of your children, that's who you owe yourself to I was dealt a bad hand, that's how my cards were shuffled Flaws and all, except that these women tell me my scars perfection On defence, this gun'll blow off a large intestine If the beef's stickin' this on your head, wе offer extra You can't check mе, I'm awkward, I box lefty They should just give me a GRAMMY 'cause my sh*t rock heavy They mad 'cause I'm rich off some sh*t that they not When I give 'em head starts 'cause n***as is not ready I built up my empire, I see you n***as inspired I'm grinding just so when I turn thirty I could retire But I won't, sh*t, I'll prolly be thirty spitting that fire With a bad b*t*h like Cuban Link boosted my high-up Off of me, everything in the world, you still couldn't buy us We can post up in they hood and they still wouldn't try it Every time a body drop, I'm saying "Hi" to a pilot What type of foreign I'm driving? I still ain't decide it I feel as though these n***as ain't real as they rhyming Remember rocking Goodwill sh*t, heating up ramen Some n***as really be on they sh*t, that's just the timing I hold up my wrist and it flash, that's just the diamonds, uh There was a chandelier hanging over the whip (Yeah, yeah) In the dealership, when I saw that b*t*h, so I bought that b*t*h Quick trip to the rim shop, had to Air Force this b*t*h Sun came out, dropped the top, no bra on this b*t*h Dude, Carters broaden my whip so raw he was sick That's a shame, don't get tagged a lame Hearts follow the leader, my n***a, on the money train It's all fun and games 'til them n***as came Windows rolled down, shots rang Lessons taught, dead n***as ain't learn a thing I'm drunk off champagne, long way from hunger pains Eastside, they know the slang, Chevy on gold things Vintage Mercedes, gullwing, Styles part play low, man (Yeah) I still say— I can still say— Yeah, I still say— Huh, I still say— Huh, I still say money feel better than love I still say— (Oh-oh) I can still say— I still say— (Yo) I came from public housing, sleeping on people couches Pork and beans on the stove top, wearing each other outfits Way back, way before all these new rappers was even out yet (Wasn't even out) They was texting my jack, "Where you at?" when they needed ounces I just needed an outlet (The plug), uh I gotta break out the habit of showing love to people that changed I just think the person they was, I guess it come with success (I guess) Everybody can't come, some may get left, dah ha Right off the porch just to sling dope on the steps and we was (Woo) Hungry like orphans, that's how we got into theft (That's all) I done stacked me a fortune up, uh You see how I directed my own orchestra? I came a long way from just posting up on Mourdemar, uh Buffalo warriors, sure enough You hear this real sh*t and feel the euphoria (Feel that sh*t, n***a), uh I'm sick of new n***as thinking that they them n***as now (Tell y'all) Especially the ones who used to go to the store for us It's all love We all thugs, we thugs Give me a hug, f**k it Roll up a dub, f**k it Pour something in it Real sh*t
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