| I got the Rolls parked in the front, paid for and all |
| Oz sparked up the blunt, Fab, that's my dog |
| Illi plates on my shit, but I'm not at home |
| And I'm solo in the whip, but I'm not alone |
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| Everyone depend on me, but I don't got it all |
| I be feeling more at peace when I don't got a phone |
| Got a family, I can't let y'all take it all |
| Lil' Swerve in this bitch, he breaking baby laws |
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| On a paper race, ain't nothing to do with race at all |
| You got talent, I got patience, now let's play some ball |
| Shit they telling you, they won't say to my face at all |
| Staying in my lane, I didn't change pace at all |
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| Merging in my lane, can't fit on the road, I take them off |
| Heart full of pain, used to smiling, wasn't okay at all |
| Now I'm up for real—Big G Herbo, how I feel |
| Be like, fuck a deal, I up and spend a mill |
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| I don't fuck with weird ones, why I don't be with my peers |
| We was in the field, just look back on my career |
| Only took a year, but that shit set me back a year |
| I go through it like you too—the only thing I lack is fear |
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| Real nigga, you a real nigga |
| In the mirror, I be like, "Aye, you a real nigga" |
| Wanna be me and they like, "'Cause you a real nigga" |
| When they see me, they be like, "You a real nigga" |
| Mama call, she be like, "You a real nigga" |
| All my dogs, they be like, "You a real nigga" |
| In the mirror, I be like, "Aye, you a real nigga" |
| Wanna be me and they like, "'Cause you a real nigga" |
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| Even though I'm No Limit, I'm on that Cash Money shit |
| I don't know what watch I want, but I'ma spend a hundred clip |
| Ain't hit no new money yet, fuck the talk and run the check |
| In the trenches, got respect, I'm a boss—none less |
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| Ridin' black truck, me and my mans when I wanna |
| Any other day, I'm in that Lamb', not Hummer |
| Still a humble beast, I ain't no number one stunner |
| But you know I'm rich, 'cause I'm one hustlin' motherfucker |
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| Yeah, I rose from the gutter, heart cold but I'm lovin' |
| If you hate me, it was probably bullet holes in your brother |
| You can't judge this, 'cause I come from where it's roughest, so that's nothin' |
| Still move like I'm at war when I'm in public, you can't touch him |
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| Nigga movin' with that flame, lettin' it bang—oh, that's nothin' |
| Never seen a nigga brains close range—that's disgusting |
| I know I'ma make a change, tell 'em trust me |
| Taught 'em how to be a millionaire—'cause that's my brother |
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| Real nigga, you a real nigga |
| In the mirror, I be like, "Aye, you a real nigga" |
| Wanna be me and they like, "'Cause you a real nigga" |
| When they see me, they be like, "You a real nigga" |
| Mama call, she be like, "You a real nigga" |
| All my dogs, they be like, "You a real nigga" |
| In the mirror, I be like, "Aye, you a real nigga" |
| Wanna be me and they like, "'Cause you a real nigga" |
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