CORRECT LYRICS
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You know I'm always making hits, but you the only one I miss
The only one I need, got everything else on my list
I got 40 on my wrist so you could tell I'm getting tick
I just threw my dog a play, my double-double with assist
And everything a nigga do, I put my soul in it
I get lost inside this feeling, no controlling it
And I drive that foreign slow like it got O's in it
I done came up in the game, now I'm a pro with it
Niggas said they in the game and ain't get no minutes
Got them championship rings, got the squad fitted
I fill this champagne glass, then I'm toastin' it
We really started from the bottom, less than four figures
We made a promise to our self, can't be no broke niggas
Can't trust these gold diggers, city of that pole pimpin'
And niggas stay trippin', whole city stay with it
How we was raised with it, really we okay with it
You know I'm always making hits, but you the only one I miss
The only one I need, got everything else on my list
I got 40 on my wrist so you could tell I'm getting tick
I just threw my dog a play, my double-double with assist
And everything a nigga do, I put my soul in it
I get lost inside this feeling, no controlling it
And I drive that foreign slow like it got O's in it
I done came up in the game, now I'm a pro with it
The only one I need, got everything else on my list
I got 40 on my wrist so you could tell I'm getting tick
I just threw my dog a play, my double-double with assist
And everything a nigga do, I put my soul in it
I get lost inside this feeling, no controlling it
And I drive that foreign slow like it got O's in it
I done came up in the game, now I'm a pro with it
Niggas said they in the game and ain't get no minutes
Got them championship rings, got the squad fitted
I fill this champagne glass, then I'm toastin' it
We really started from the bottom, less than four figures
We made a promise to our self, can't be no broke niggas
Can't trust these gold diggers, city of that pole pimpin'
And niggas stay trippin', whole city stay with it
How we was raised with it, really we okay with it
You know I'm always making hits, but you the only one I miss
The only one I need, got everything else on my list
I got 40 on my wrist so you could tell I'm getting tick
I just threw my dog a play, my double-double with assist
And everything a nigga do, I put my soul in it
I get lost inside this feeling, no controlling it
And I drive that foreign slow like it got O's in it
I done came up in the game, now I'm a pro with it
