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I have no clue So now I'm so rude Because I mix and then I master All these protools I'm goin' up like Goku I'm a hopeful I hope so Will I make it to 44 Before I'm knocking on heaven's door Will I see a million If it's me, when is it When the time done ticking Will I see God's forgiveness This might be the mission Flip it to be a business If it's a competition Then all day long I'm whippin' up All day long I'm cheffin' up 'Cause my best ain't best enough Catch a forty playing buckets Get a forty with a buck Rocking forties on the cuff Need some forgi's on the truck If it's slowing down the bucks Well then I'm slowly out of fucks I need more G's in my pocket G-Wagon for the garage Wallet thick, Nicki Minaj And she need a massage Might be all in my head Then I'll go ahead and close my eyes That's what Imma do instead Live my life like it's a mirage because I'm made for this Until I'm getting paid for this I'm working 'til the grave for this Deserve it now I'm takin' it 'Til the pocket where the paper sits Clock in for my potato chips And when I get the dough then Imma Hold it like a paperclip Like I have no clue Thought I told you If I want it, Imma get it That's a bold move What more I gotta go through Ain't chose the road I roll through I'm running plays like pros do Watch how I make the boat move I coast through When the time done ticking Ain't no hours in the glass Will it matter if I'm papered up Or matter if I passed Will it matter if I made it up Or matter if it's facts When I'm cold my arms are folded Lying frozen on my back Will I see a million If it's me, when is it When the time done ticking Will I see God's forgiveness This might be the mission Flip it to be a business If it's a competition Then all day long I'm whippin' up Want no problem with C-H-E-F I solve 'em like T-E-S-T's Traded hooping for mic And now always I am icy Frosted like Fl-A-K-E Making plays like N-I-Ke I'm tryna see a milli Tired of tryin on these filthy streets Now all day long I'm cheffin' up 'Til my best is better, yup Need me six 0's in the bank Keep mi pesos in the trunk Call me cocky when I strut Y'all can't stop me, never stuck Sliding like a hockey puck Will I see a million bucks Never back out when I'm in It's on lock, straight off the rip 'Til I pass out like a cripple Jewelry blue like I'm a crip Put that milage on the whip 'Til it's millions in my grip Tryna cash out then I dip I pull the stash out for the flic Pull the mac out from the hip Then I empty out the clip I'm not playing no more nigga This ain't no Nintendo shit If it's some drip that I'm in Then you know that shit legit Like a crackhead fiend for this Will I make you believe in this I have no clue Thought I told you If you around a gang of clowns You in the show too See that's a slippery slope dude Don't make me go expose you I saw what you and your bros do And nah, I ain't on those moves I'm so cool It's not good to be jealous Leftover noodles for breakfast What I'm not doin' forever Swear I'm improving the leverage Come cruising through with the weapon And Imma use it no guessing What Imma do with a thousand Peep I do with a million Will I see a million If it's me, when is it When the time done ticking Will I see God's forgiveness This might be the mission Flip it to be a business If it's a competition Then all day long I'm whippin' Will I see a million If it's me, when is it When the time done ticking Will I see God's forgiveness This might be the mission Flip it to be a business If it's a competition Then all day long I'm whippin'
Writer(s): Andrew Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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