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Woah-oh-woah, all I know is fast money and homicide (Homicide)
I see no way so I grind (So I grind)
Tell me what you would do if your life was just like mine
You would've found another way
But yet, you say we aren’t the same, but why? (But why?)
Why-y? (It's Blood Money, baby)

Started at the bottom, no I ain’t got no worries
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, that’s all my b*t*h wearin'
I’m industry, you in the street, ain’t no comparin'
My Rolex got your b*t*h wet 'cause she keep on starin'
I’m swaggin' on these b*t*hes, stuntin' on these n***as
For all the hard time, I’m pourin' a lil' liquor
My brother locked down, and I can’t go visit
Convicted felon, so all I can do is sent pictures
Hit—hit—hit the club and ball, me and my closet dog
Wе do it for real, we don't fake Instagram pics, n***a, likе y’all
White—white—white diamonds no flaw, L—L—Lamborghini, no top
I’m ridin' with a China doll, and she ain’t on no drawers

Woah-oh-woah, all I know is fast money and homicide (Homicide) (2 Pistols)
I see no way so I grind (So I grind)
Tell me what you would do if your life was just like mine
You would've found another way
But yet, you say we aren’t the same, but why? (But why?)
Why-y? (Uh, Montana, yeah)
Mad Max n***as on the bad batch
Montana, Coke Boys, know we got the anthrax
Coupe white, shorty mean, long hair, a** fat
Dope boy, Coke Boys, hottest out, put that on your last stat
Head shot, clear block, that’s fact
Hit it then I slit it then I pa** that, fly in, take cab back
Ballin' new Ferrari with the gla** back
Everything you fightin' for, we had that, two shots, fast nap
Shots are like my youthdom, two doors, we couped them
Bad b*t*hes, loot them, talk birds, we moved them
Get the purp' from Houston, get the smoke from Cali
Coke Boys, we stylin', bad b*t*hes smilin', haaan

N***as know I kill sh*t, black suits fill the room
You sealed your doom by stickin' to a point that you fail to prove (Uh)
Life a corporate office and I started in the mailer room (Yeah)
Do you worship Jesus or the cross that they nailed him to?
Cussin' a like a sailor do, you heard the name of murder gang
I'm created from a super storm, the hurricane, the illest line
Gas expensive, talk is cheap so kosher fill the hawk, the beast
The blast'll knock you off your feet, you bleed so much, you cough and leak
Careful when you cross the street like little kids that's holdin' hands
You scared of us, it's clear to us, your spirit crushed like soda cans
I know some fans don't get it when I spit it on my street sh*t (Nah)
But trust, these n***as need me and I'm bigger than a secret (Yeah)
Never preachin' to the choir, reach it higher, seek your dialog
'Cause I'm a rider anyway you slice it, never write him off
The best of all time, divine how I'm defined
You can't see it through my eyes, but you could be it through my rhymes, yeah
Woah-oh-woah, all I know is fast money and homicide (Homicide)
I see no way so I grind (So I grind)
Tell me what you would do if your life was just like mine
You would've found another way
But yet, you say we aren’t the same, but why? (But why?)
Why-y?

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