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Deleno Matthews
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Sean Combs
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LV
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Victor Abjaoudi II
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Steve Dickey
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Heather Boyden
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Michelle Figueroa
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Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
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Deleno Matthews
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Слова
Poor me, dad was gone, finally got my dad back
Liver bad, he wouldn't live long, that snatched my dad back
Guidance, I never had that, streets was my second home
Welcomed me with open arms provided a place to crash at
A place to study math at, matter fact I learned it all
Burnt it all this music is where I bury the ashes at
Flash back not having much, not having that
Had to get some challah bread so you can holla back and
Holla at my Jewish lawyer to enjoy the fruit of letting my cash stack
And just in case a nigga gotta use his rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Own boss, own your masters, slaves
The mentality I carry with me to this very day
Fuck rich, let's get wealthy, who else gon' feed we?
If I need it I'm a get it however God help me
And I don't need no hook for this shit
I'm so for sure, it's no facade
Stay out of trouble, momma said as momma sighed
Her fear her youngest son being victim of homocide
But I got to get you out of here momma or I'ma die
Inside
And either way you lose me momma so let loose of me
I got the rein, our direction will soon change
To live and die in N.Y. in the hustle game
Hustle 'caine, hustle clothes, or hustle music
But hustle hard in any hustle that you pick
Skinny nigga toothpick but, but I do lift
Weight like I'm using 'roids Rolls Royce
Keep my movements smooth while manuvering
Through all the manure in the sewers that I grew up in
Choices we make trying to escape this shit
And I don't need no hook for this shit
This is not for commercial usage
Please don't catagorize this is as music
Please don't compare me to other rappers
Compare me to trappers I'm more Frank Lucas than Ludacris
And Luda's my dude I ain't tryna diss
Like Frank Lucas is cool but I ain't trying to snitch
I'm a follow the rules no matter how much time I'ma get
I'ma live and die with the decisions that I'ma pick
So fuck DeHaven for caving, that's why we don't speak
Made men ain't supposed to make statements
End of the story I followed the code cracked the safe
Other niggas ain't in the game so they practice hate
Leave that boy Hov alone why don't ya
You don't have to if you don't want to but don't say I didn't warn ya
Oh, and I don't need no hook for this shit
Writer(s): Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, Deleno Matthews, Levar Coppin, Barry Eugene White
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