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(Wheezy outta here) I'd be lying if I told you that it ain't hard When I touch a billion, I'll thank God Dying for my mans, I got no choice Had a dream I had a shootout in a Rolls Royce They prayed that I was finsihed, but I went harder You always leave me hurt, you gave me injure [?] My cup double x, a n***a traveled through the city My shooter rock a n***a, soon as I count a quarter milli' Ayy flood the spot with dancers, Wockhardt in my Fanta Catch 'em, we gone spray 'em, who said I can't come to Atlanta? Black and white coupe, this a racism panda My cup is always dirty Diana Do it for the hood, they need answers Tying up a stick with a bandana All my n***as passed away, I wish they would've scrambled Them times you had walked away, it was always random She starin' at the camera, I'm back like a camel All rats must die, I'll get a hold to you snitches I spent 600, just to hold down my britches I popped the Roxy, you can see it in my pictures I always call, cause she got rings on her liver Say I ain't healthy, mix the codeine up with liquor I told QuikTrip, I need da stick to make a quick trip Tryna burn my money, tryna see if all this sh*t real Cause I was dead broke for 17 years I'd be lying if I told you that it ain't hard When I touch a billion, I'll thank God Dying for my mans, I got no choice Had a dream I had a shootout in a Rolls Royce They prayed that I was finsihed, but I went harder You always leave me hurt, you gave me injure [?] My cup double x, a n***a traveled through the city My shooter rock a n***a, soon as I count a quarter milli' Money made me look up to my uncle 'cause he had the most He stop pourin' lean in the Sprite, and went to snortin' coke I picked up my gun, stopped playing sports cause I'an have hope [?], my momma tugglin' with the rope That's why I try to stay up out the street, and take a different route You tryna fight, you tryna knock me out, I'm tryna knock you out My whole life controlled by a computer, Devil got the most Every time I walked down on n***as, they ran to the law Diamonds on my cavities, pray them n***as never talk We kicked down yo' trap spot, b*t*h put yo' head in the couch Send yo' ass up to God, just for tryna throw across Fishing bowl, I'm tryna pick you out I'd be lying if I told you that it ain't hard I was dead broke, a n***a had to ball Dying for my mans, I got no choice I had a dream I had a shootout in a foreign car They prayed that I was finsihed, but I went harder You always leave me hurt, you gave me injure [?] My cup double x, a n***a traveled through the city My shooter rock a n***a, soon as I count a quarter milli' When I touch a billion, I'll thank God Had a dream I had a shootout in a Rolls Royce
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