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I been through shit, the color purple, all I know is fighting Still I shine like the horizon, rising up despite it I pulled over just to grab the Undercrown and light it Normal day, it's just not another nigga out there like me So don't take me lightly, I'm worth the celebration All my niggas hype me, a Cristal occasion Babe I can leave with you, but bitch it's up to you Go get yourself together and go tell your friend she riding too Hustle 24/7 the cash came fast So when I get home, give my queen a Champagne bath God damn, it feel great to be the nigga, slim To see me shine when there moments had my future dim So bring it on nigga, this that boss rap Maybach chauffeur, close the curtain, Ricky Ross rap I had to lay her down, her crown is on my lap Liga Privada, olde fashion, sipping on a double gnac Shit clear now Dreaming bout this money, shit I care about Any nigga try to harm me, play, or snake me out Must do so with the knowledge I might fuck around and clear it out No I ain't Diddy Trynna make a band Handful of shooters got em on demand Status symbol They can't say I ain't the man I been grinding This was all part of the plan She rubbing on my shoulders, the tension over surfaced Cause niggas steady lurkin' had the youngin' close my curtains Son of a bastard, but that's just how my mother birthed me It's not a single hex placed on me that could ever curse me Good come to those who wait from the scraps from the hustlers All that shit that came my way fire back like a muffler At the roundtable full of crackers, closing out discussions 40 acres in the hole and hell no, I ain't give em nothing My brother got my back I ever stumble Strong enough to finish races that I started running Slap a nigga in his face if he dare to rebuttal The only thing I fear in life is resting in comfort No days off, I beat the sun, I'm feeling Joseph Jackson You rappers is my son, I fathered all you niggas talent Lay on my chest, she feel my heartbeat rumble with passion She peck my chin and journey down before she give me action Shit clear now Dreaming bout this money, shit I care about Any nigga try to harm me, play, or snake me out Must do so with the knowledge I might fuck around and clear it out No I ain't Diddy Trynna make A band Handful of shooters got em on demand Status symbol They can't say I ain't the man I been grinding This was all part of the plan Imagine being so miserable that you grow to hate me All you niggas with no passion, you just motivate me Niggas bitter bitches- stuck in they unhappy place Been a victim too but who gives a fuck cause still, I'm great Manifesting like a Bezel, I don't own it yet You in my presence, not my level, you ain't on it yet To get here you gotta run your race and clear your debt Rid yourself of doubt and conquer feats and fears that you neglect I'm closest thing to God, but I'm far from perfect I can't control the future just know you won't outwork me Some niggas want they shine, but run away from work But the diamond only shine if you pull it from the dirt I came up from the ashes, Footz lit me like a phoenix I know my future's bright, he told me that he seen it Rather wander life trynna figure out the meaning When I can grind for 3 summers and witness all I'm dreaming Shit clear now Dreaming bout this money, shit I care about Any nigga try to harm me, play, or snake me out Must do so with the knowledge I might fuck around and clear it out No I ain't Diddy Trynna make A band Handful of shooters got em on demand Status symbol They can't say I ain't the man I been grinding This was all part of the plan
Writer(s): Devin Davidson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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