| No matter how hard |
| I'm never gonna give up this shit |
| I'm always ready |
| Whatever it is |
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| I'm 'bout to win big |
| Stand on all ten no matter the cost until it pay off, I did |
| Sacrifice and take a loss, then dust that shit right off, I did |
| Focus, turn your feelings off and make yourself a boss, I did |
| Giving niggas sauce, I did |
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| I'm cut from a different cloth |
| Made the big decisions 'cause my vision see it all |
| Never could they walk inside my shoes 'cause niggas soft |
| 20 million plus and not including the shit I bought |
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| Can't believe I blew so much, I grew up fast, balling |
| Got down to my last, thank God I still got cash calling |
| Hello |
| Made a brand-new stash, what up? My neck look like a faucet |
| Still gon' have that bag put up |
| Pressing the gas, can't let my foot up |
| i'm right back on they ass, good luck |
| I'm still trying to turn the hood up |
| Even though some niggas mad as fuck |
| If you ain't trying to contribute, shut up, and if I ever said, "Fuck you," |
| it's stuck |
| Chain bust, what's with the fuss? I never have it tucked |
| Bulletproof, as soon as you done shooting, we jumping out the truck |
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| Better not make me mad once |
| Get money-rich, but quick to get on some gangsta shit, that's us |
| You know I came from nothing |
| Got on my grind, greatness I strive for, spent my time hustling |
| Play with that iron, shooting that fye so much we became suspects |
| In the field, if you don't got precision, get a touchback |
| Go against the squad, on God, it's gon' be a motherfucking upset |
| We want all the smoke, no matter who come, we don't duck wreck |
| I demand respect in any section, that's one hundred |
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