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Damn, thank God momma son made it at twenty three |
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Still remembering a struggle hidden deep in me |
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Momma gone, ain't no single daddy memory |
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I became my own man the age of seventeen |
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Trying make this money flip like it's a trampoline |
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I was hard headed, grandfather diabetic |
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I was trying do it big, like I was Faith Evans |
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Praying to the heavens, I can see my daughter smile |
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Know she watching now that daddy rip this record down |
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Know I love you baby, tell my God I said whatup' |
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And know I seen em' just meeting ends, so my family up |
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I should pray harder, instead I tote a pistol |
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Speed dollar killers running if I ever whistle |
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Real nigga, that's just my genetics |
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Hustle hard got my money doing calisthenics |
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I stretch paper, every dollar bill |
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[Hook: x2] |
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Niggas cry tears, when I see my first meal (First Meal) |
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Bad bitch with' me bet she know the drill |
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Bad bitch with' me bet she know the drill |
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Bad bad bitch with' me bet she know the drill |
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[Verse 2: The Game] |
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I gotta' bad bitch with' me, and she know the drill |
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And she know my ex, X pill |
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She only listen to me, Ace, and Meek Mill |
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I told her tat my name on it, so I know it's real |
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She know the value of a dollar bill |
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She know how real or fake them counterfeit hunded's feel |
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She know the difference between Derrick Rose and D-Wade |
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She know the difference between being broke and stayin', paid |
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She know the difference between vuve and spades |
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She know the difference between warrants and raves |
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Never confuse when talkin' Glocks and dem' K's |
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Show her the shoe, she put a number on dem' J's |
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Like, it dem' is cool grays |
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I'm like, dem' is cool shades |
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I'm like, dem' is Spike Lee's |
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She like, yeah schooldays |
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And she bang the documentary still |
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Said that motherfucka' cold, yeah, Buffalo Bill |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill] |
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I ain't never ran from nobody, and I never will |
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Lunch time on these niggas, cause' I'm on my second meal |
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I just dropped a mixtape, lookin' like my second deal |
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Club live thirty bottles, and I'm on my second bill |
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And I be gettin' high as my electric bill |
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Ask bout' me in the hood, they say I'm extra real |
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Cause' ain't nobody never rob me, I ain't never squeal |
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And ain't nobody never try, my niggas love to kill |
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Ridin' round with' chuck, but it ain't a game though |
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My black wall niggas, told me you a lame though |
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The block got a beam on it, like Kano |
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But man it took some lemon squeeze's, just to split your mango |
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My down bitch, never count to counterfeit |
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Cause' you know the real from fake, I had to learn some shit |
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Before I ever thought of rap, I had a pound to get |
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And the piece is steel, I never thought I see a mill |
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[Hook] |
