| Put your faith in God, then go make it happen
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| Pray to him, just follow that with action
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| Shootin' stars don’t do shit without the passion, ayy
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| Go and get that shit yourself, law of attraction
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| I’ve been stackin' up my chips
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| Lil wodie, don’t you play on my time
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| Y’all on the sideline
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| I’m gon' get rich or die tryin'
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| All of my bitches, they wine fine
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| I looked at my Vans, I’m thinkin', «It's grind time»
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| The end of a era like nine-nine
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| They see the truth in my words 'cause they mind blind
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| Diamonds on my neck look butterfly, ayy
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| Pop up out the, cocoon, I’m on stutter time
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| Told her, «We got to fuck another time» (I'm sorry, baby)
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| Can’t be complacent 'til I make my momma shine
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| And I got a fetish for writin' poetry inside of a foreign front seat
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| I got a freak who tryna untangle all of my life’s work in one week
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| I’m Bun B, without Pimp C
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| My best friend tried to tempt me
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| Used to pimp down hoes in the Bentley
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| I used to look at the stacks with a envy
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| Now I’m best friends with the Benji, ayy
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| When you put all of your focus inside of the music
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| Don’t think 'bout Mackenzie (Sorry)
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| And give all the love to your fans
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| Don’t think 'bout the industry, that shit a frenzy, ayy
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| I’m one the best of the century
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| They tried to break me, but they couldn’t bend me, ayy
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| Now I’m inside of the game
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| And ain’t fuckin' her gently, ayy, whoa
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| This life ain’t real, fuck how they feel
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| Turn up on 'em, drink water, don’t pay your bills
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| This life ain’t real, fuck how they feel
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| Be yourself, do what you love, go get the mills
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| Put your faith in God, then go make it happen
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| Shootin' stars ain’t gon' do shit without action, ayy
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| Pray to him, just follow that with passion, ayy
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| Go and get that shit yourself, law of attraction, ayy
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| This life ain’t real, fuck how they feel
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| Turn up on 'em, drink water, don’t pay your bills, ayy
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| This life ain’t real, fuck how they feel
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| Be yourself, what you love gon' get the mills, ayy |