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I'm from the 80's, home of the heroine |
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Error of the hustlers uh |
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The world's my custy |
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New Rich Porter, the way I flip quaters |
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Front of all these rap artists but me |
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Momma was mink wearer,papa ran numbers |
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So it's plain to see where my whole plan come from |
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American dream, I'm living the live still |
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The way I shine is like a zillion dollar light bill |
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Still I'm grinding army jacket lining |
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40 below timbs on, getting my M's on |
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My best friends gone, I seen bad days |
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Still find songs that I hear him on |
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Getting my Mary J. Blige reminisce on |
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I hear his voice in my head like nigga live on |
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So I get on that fly shit, I been on |
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Spin on corners in enzo with the rims on, but for the info |
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Foffin on endo-nesia give me amnesia, i ease up |
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That right I'm high nigga, I want the sky |
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The world when I'm done,I'm a give it to my sons |
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Let them live it up,spilt it up, uh |
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Sixes kit it up, man I did it up, done |
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The rest of my belongings belong in the hall of fame |
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A list of hit next to all my names I came |
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chorus |
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If the sky should fall |
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And it all goes tomorrow |
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And they force foreclose on the house |
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And auction off all my cars |
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Dont cry for me Argentina, I mobbed in beamer |
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Took trips aboard, got mobbed in Sardinia |
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In Ibiza I had pizza in the club |
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Ladies know I'm that guy |
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They wanna piece of my love, now they wanna ya boy |
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Like Mike in his prime, Billie Jean the goddamn boy ain't mine |
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And the the Roc break up had people losing hope |
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Can't lie they had Muhammed Hovi, on the ropes |
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Now I'm back in the go mode, back in the go-gos' |
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Throwing the diamond up repping the logo, rose gold, rose flow |
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I'm ok though, what don't kill me makes me stronger than before so |
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Here we go and I'm not domino |
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When it all falls down I'm like Kanye's jaw |
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I might break but I dont fold, till I hold the sky in my hand |
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Yeah that's my goal |
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Then I bid you Freddy Adu, prodigal child |
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Y'all not ready for the future, then I dissapear in the Bermuda Triangle |
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My name will be viewed such |
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He re's to the man the man that refused to give up |
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I want the sky nigga, chuuuch |