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My people, my soldiers, I put them on my shoulders Ride till we blow the motor, I swear I thought I told ya My ex bitch, it's over, my next bitch so much colder Can't f*ck with mediocre, I swear I thought I told ya We rollin', that doja, that henny in my holder You know we never sober, I swear I thought I told ya I'm snapping, bi-polar, I'm tryna get composure I'm on they head like rollers, I swear I thought I told ya Young nigga and he rep that Ro By the way of the uptown, X Just tryna make a dollar from these flows A 9 to 5 won't cut that check To get me and my niggas these hoes And get us out financial stress And put us in designer clothes And get ya girl up out her dress Ain't no bluffs man I'm all in Bum rushed in, you niggas just stallin Check the scoreboard homie, all wins But blown out by the L's that we coughing They rather see me in a coffin Wet a nigga, wanna have my mama bawlin Instead of ballin', Spalding Net worth from the net like I'm Jordan Why fake it till I make it? Know my shit sick so I'm patient Straight shots and thots, we ain't chasin Party in the Virgin Islands to the Cayman's Gettin' wasted all the time for times wasted I ain't really play the game to make statements I just came to keep em shook and get shakin' And try to get my bros to ball like I'm Peyton Wait man Thought I told you that I came to get it If another nigga got it, it's mine, I lent it Riding through the city in that all black tinted And them hoes pop eyes when I spend that spinachMight ask who he think he is Well my reply is simply this You thought wrong if it's anything less Than just that nigga sitting silky, bitch Top floor, 5 star with a ten Twenty if you wanna count her and her friend Off brown and the sour, butt naked in my suite And they doing to my dick what I do over beats Real talk, I deserve this Deserve every check cashed, every purchase Remember waking up thinking I was worthless Now I wake up every morning with a purpose Turn this, lemon into lemonade Living regular? Nah, I rather regulate This is God's plan, why would I hesitate? To be fair, I been praying for these better days Smoke better grade, then I sit and meditate On how to keep the real close and fake separate Every time I think I peak, I still levitate So til the curtains close, know imma set the stage Hoes flock to the future warren buffet Beggin' for the wood, tryna polish it and buff it The whip spit shine, like the lines I spit She same color what she swallow and the lines she sniff Man I'm all about mine My grind, my time, my shine I could only ever have the personality assigned Why copy? Others see a future in my design You numb nuts gotta feel me If not charge it to the game, tell em bill me This is all I gotta offer, just the real me Game changed, they all the same but I'm still me They ride you when they can't get rid of you Remember everybody ridiculed So I'll teach em off principle Become the goat when I show em what the kid'll do
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