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[Hook: Mr. Probz] |
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You know, you know I got to get it |
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My heart is still cold, Beware the blizzard |
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We born to get money so we live it |
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New calls to my phone I'm like 'who is it?' |
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Look around, stay down, the streets will grab you |
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You came and you went, good not to have you |
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You're gone, they moved on and don't remember |
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Same songs, stay strong, ain't no surrender |
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[Verse 1] |
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Feels like I'm in a dream |
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Check my Roley a few times a day |
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Skies the limit, live it |
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Go tell ******s I found a way |
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D-borders will drown your pray, down you lay |
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Then up your my name goes |
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Except my trophy, same pose |
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Mink always open, came close |
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Who want to play? |
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Them bloggers got your ego tree high |
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You ****** some ******es, sold some records |
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Now you think your me huh |
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Sincerely me, I've given all of you |
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I'm sketching out, hope my doubters see my memorial |
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Over powering audio, storm showering all of you |
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By lonely is my audible, slaughter through you recorder |
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Employer handle your order |
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Wanted man every corner |
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You came and went with the wind |
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Since when did you get that aura |
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Been getting money, can't no money change me |
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They love me around the world |
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Them boys ain't went nowhere but crazy |
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Party spinning, spitting on the one you call your lady |
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Every other day they on you |
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You've been rolling lately |
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[Hook: Mr. Probz] |
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[Verse 2] |
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You want to get to know me but these records done mess your views up |
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Running from what you're used to, you came to a ****** bruised up |
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Like you ain't know that I was sharp, must want a new cut |
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Manage to keep a bandage so the plan is |
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Leave your love where your man is |
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Be above all the cameras, you're caught up in the high |
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And going to be double damage, the partying leads to bull*******t |
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Why you club with them hammers? |
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Money can't buy you love, you ain't got it then minds you manners |
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Honor is all that matters. how you do? how the fam is? |
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You skipped the penitentiary, hallelujahs, and cannons |
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Pardon the rumors, they ram us |
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No opinion matters more than yours, believe in you |
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They hunger is scary, this is for those that got to stick it through |
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Through all the ups and downs you stuck around |
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Until this day my cold flow ******s up the town |
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Get green, deuce up the crowd |
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I go to bed with my nina, boo'd up and proud |
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Purple and green are my stream, shoot up with loud |
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[Hook: Mr. Probz] |