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1, 2, 3, 4 If I put my mind to it lil' buddy you know I'ma do it all the way Roaches hate, I'm makin' moves, I listen 'bout as much as I can tolerate From here on out we cuttin' out The people who don't contribute to winning Raise your glass to everybody who was here from the fuckin' beginning Yeah You talkin' 'bout toast, I'm talkin' 'bout bread You talkin' 'bout gross, I'm talkin' 'bout net You hold the false hopes, folks is overdressed Folks is so possessed over clothes and hopeless sex... hmm You actin' funny, flashing money, dog you rackin' up clout I got cards, look at 'em charge, look at 'em rackin' up miles Look at a pack and a house, all the way down to the south I got a house, I got it all figured out, none of you goofies allowed I'ma live like a cannon off safety I'm on a win streak baby you gone hate me You gone hear me coming all the way I been thinking little differently lately I'ma tell you the truth and they gone say things But you gone hear me coming either way 1, 2, 3, 4 If I put my mind to it lil' buddy you know I'ma do it all the way Roaches hate, I'm makin' moves, I listen 'bout as much as I can tolerate From here on out we cuttin' out The people who don't contribute to winning Raise your glass to everybody who was here from the fuckin' beginnin Yeah My crew filled with hustlers, you could ask them Hardworking, intelligent black men I got lawyers, I got offices plural I'm an employer, I copped a brand new whip and I'ma enjoy her, Bruv I'm moving with exuberance, Fuck the game, pass the military-grade lubricant Who'd admit from all the haters that they really mad bro? Rappers super Michael Jackson bad, no dad jokes I seen big homies, turn to jealous homies, turn to little homies I know the deal, you a hater, just be real homie Hold your breath, clench your fists 'till your hands hurt Careful all that jealousy might turn to cancer I imagine you somewhere in a camper Cryin' like, why my prayers unanswered? That's life dog, ain't that about a bitch Psst, let me tell you something, I won, I'm rich I'ma live like a cannon off safety I'm on a win streak baby you gone hate me You gone hear me coming all the way I been thinking little differently lately I'ma tell you the truth and they gone say things But you gone hear me coming either way 1, 2, 3, 4 If I put my mind to it lil' buddy you know I'ma do it all the way Roaches hate, I'm makin' moves, I listen 'bout as much as I can tolerate From here on out we cuttin' out The people who don't contribute to winning Raise your glass to everybody who was here from the fuckin' beginning Yeah Hey yo, yo Hey, hey, hey Look, 99% of everybody I came across in this fuckin' business Didn't think what I've achieved right now was possible You dumb fucks And I don't wanna' seem hateful or spiteful, 'Cause you know what I'm saying I'm actually Kinda happy right now in my life and a sore winner is the worst right? You know what I mean? But I got a long list of mother fuckers that can suck my dick
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