Day out, I came along the way, trying to make
it, reaching for that gold, concentrating on the paper, don't need all the fame, camera
lights and exposure, I'm better getting high, writing rhymes in my fold, trying to see a
couple meals, every verse I get cold, my nigga LT said these boys can't hold, listen to his
words, took it as my motivation, since then I never stopped and never lost concentration,
every word that I spit, keep a nigga head banging, when I talk it on the mic, I leave
the whole booth blazing, amazing, how I'm on a different level, easy throw it on the
beat, low spitting clever, you gotta feel me bro, there's something you gotta feel,
you can ride too, slow motion in your ride, that's your vibe too, roll another if you
want it, get high too, and throw the deuces in the sky when you slide through, just keep
it pimping man, my real niggas understand, how I feel to ride clean, pockets full of
grand, diamonds on your hand, got these bitches bopping on you, I play it ill and roll by
like I don't know you, yeah, I don't came up, I can get whatever I want, ride around
blowing pounds in that skunk, not giving a *, haters talking, it's my dick that you
suck, love paper so I'm stacking it up.
I think it's funny bitches acting when you finally come up, same bitches talking down
and they saying what's up, I just laugh at em, smile at em, flash cash at em, some did
me wrong in the past but I ain't mad at em, put my vision on another view, now it's beach
house and lounging on the seas, water clear blue, so true, how my plans came through,
how the patient was the streets, trying to get me out of the way, I'm on a different
to make a stack two, had to struggle for a minute though, getting down on my luck, got
a sale, now my pockets swole, holdin' the mission till the ball broke, the whole crew
takin' trips, blowin' hella dro, Louis Snipples on, walkin' on the marble floor, can't explain
how I feel when I'm countin' dough, my hard work done paid off, I tried to tell you so,
you should've followed but you stayed, now your pockets broke, didn't believe in my dreams
way back ago, now they shocked to see me stuntin' in my videos, expensive clothes got me lookin'
lookin' like a movie star, four andのは behind tents, something you never saw, I done
came up and I can get whatever I want, ride around blowin' pounds of that scum, not givin'
the *, hate o' talking, it's my dick that gets sucked, love paper so I'm stackin' it
up, I done came up and I can get whatever I want, ride around blowin' pounds of that
scum, not givin' the *, hate o' talking, it's my dick that gets sucked, love paper
so I'm stackin' it up, stackin' it up.
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