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Verse 1 (Dash Flash):
No time for chillin' I'm just managing my time
As I was writing rhymes my brother's committing crimes
F**k being in jail, I'd rather go and get signed
Got to make the right decisions in life, you can't rewind
Negative vibes with these people I have no ties
As I was gettin' wise, money continue to rise
The baddest shorties love you when your money multiplies
And the haters start showing themselves, its no surprise
I just say f**k em', middle fingers to the sky
That ain't the only thing going high, stacks go and rise
I'm living now so I could be remembered when I die
Really living life is my addiction, it gets me high
So I try, because everytime you fall you go and learn a lesson
One thing I respect from my mother is her work ethic
Successful now because the drama in the streets I left it
And the n***as that stayed, understand they was neglected
As a child running wild trying to get respected
When you learn to love yourself thats when you get your blessings
Make the most of what you have because the time is precious
You only wasting time when you stressin', it gets depressing
They praying on my downfall, everyday I'm tested
So I'm staying awake working I ain't never resting!!!!
Taking shots at anybody, Smith &amp; Wesson
I'm making it my own n****a, unlike the rest did!!!

Chorus (Dash Flash):
Living this life, think like what's the purpose?
Remember back in the days as a youngin' was working?
Getting paid for this game now you know I purchase
Anything I want, now you know I really earned this
I really went and earned this!!!
Broke nights to living lavish now, yea I earned this!!
Haters they acting nervous
Spitting all these rhymes that be hotter than a furnace
Used to get played, I'm that n****a now I earned this!!!!!

Verse 2 (Jag):
Tell me is you happy that I'm on?
Boy is you glad or not?!!!
The piece in my hand, my ass lucky I even had a shot
Son'n everything, I had to change I never had a pop
Sleeping on the floor thats how I knew a n***a had to pop
Grab the Glock, c*ck it back. Aim it right. Blast the shot. (POW!!!!)
Indie now, no label with me I never ask to drop
Beyond ball, n****a like John Wall how I pass the rock
Bentley so big I'm out of space like an astronaut!!!!
And they want Jag to drop then show the gwapo
I want it all need the guacamole over the nachos
Leader of this sh*t, to ya'll I'm only Hova or Capo
I got it lit, and a brick it came straight from a Vato!!!! (I'm gone!!)

Verse 3 (Axel Leon):
This is what n***as call perfect
They can't recall when I was born, the Lord birthed him
Shoot to kill, sod off tucked in a long shirt
Aim superb, never heard of us hurting the wrong person!!!!! (pow pow)
They say karma's a b***h, I say that's the Lord working
She ain't trying to f**k, but she want Birkins
Hell nah, b***h want purses, she gon' work
Hardwork get you earned maid skirts
Its all worth it when you earn it!!
I be sitting here till' you leave
I work too dam hard to give it to you for free
I ain't no prince or no sheek, with long turbins
Twisted on my skull. I carry four, with four murders on each pistol
So close to Hell the floors burning
Ain't a demon yet, braids forming, we all turning
Until the day we burn, I'm a burn on this bomb herb
And barricade blocks like block parties with no permit!!!!! (YOUNG CHEEBO)

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