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Ayy, uh They just came to go, ain't gon' play no more, ain't the same no more Change some more, that's what n***as do, so I can't hang no more Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality Oh, f**k, I'm finna blow Three, two, one, I'm finna blast, I'm takin' off Know these n***as tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all I got cash and they tried to come back, can't save 'em, naw Hell no, I can't save 'em, naw They talk about your losses, but won't talk about your gains, no Money changed my life, but my lifestyle won't ever change, no When I'm by myself, I reminisce, that's when my pain go I remember I was happy, now I just think, ''Where them days go?'' I can't stress about no b*t*h, they bring me drama, not no commas Think I'm not stressin' 'cause I'm rich, got too much money, that's my problem Me and fake n***as just don't click, and if I see him, I'ma rob him And b*t*h, I'm fresh up out them bricks, so I got sticks up in my condo, yeah, yeah He got a problem, we got choppers, 7.62's I got money, now they tryna find out what I'm into That fame will make some n***as change, I told 'em move around Heard they tryna do me for some clout, that's why I step out with them goons around They just came to go, ain't gon' play no more, ain't the same no more Change some more, that's what n***as do, so I can't hang no more Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality Oh, f**k, I'm finna blow Three, two, one, I'm finna blast, I'm takin' off Know these n***as tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all I got cash and they tried to come back, can't save 'em, naw Hell no, I can't save 'em, naw Tell a b*t*h I'm serious, causin' all these money problems Better act like she ain't eatin' up, why you think she stuck in my condo? Say she actin' like a fiend, finna blow up, my little Obama I'ma just let out all this cream in her throat, I got that head in a Mercedes She tryna go half on a baby Yeah, I got a whole lotta demons Stackin' these hundreds, it look like I'm readin' Tell the b*t*h that I love her, but no, I ain't mean it Too raw for a b*t*h, I admit it Talkin' money, finna set up a meeting Bodies droppin', know my little n***a did it Two shots of that Henny, she sippin', yeah Oh damn, they hatin', though b*t*h, before the bag, I upped my swag, know I'm takin' off And she suckin' d**k, even though she bad, she take it all b*t*h, I swipe my card, don't check no tag, I'm skatin' off Pull out a blick and embarrass 'em They just came to go, ain't gon' play no more, ain't the same no more Change some more, that's what n***as do, so I can't hang no more Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality Oh, f**k, I'm finna blow Three, two, one, I'm finna blast, I'm takin' off Know these n***as tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all I got cash and they tried to come back, can't save 'em, naw Hell no, I can't save 'em, naw
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