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Prosperity, and independence Bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me The sunlight that brought life and healing to you Has brought stripes and death to me This Fourth of July is yours, not mine Man get money hella ways, it's just not one way nigga It's Wednesday, but I got bae making me Sunday dinner My niggas rob and drug deal, some grave diggers He ain't shot shit but talks it, one lame driller (lame) I know labels don't want it to end this way But I had to tell them it's Independence Day 'Cause I'm tryna run it up, talkin' endless pay My coke still sells itself, that's independent yay (yayo) I'm the real deal, but went independent (man did that) I guess you can call this Independence Day New Cartier watch that's frozen and the pendant's cray He died right where he grew up, how did it end this way? (Huh?) See me chattin' with peers, they ain't got shit to show But they've been trappin' for years Free little V Dots, he was on a stabbin' career (three) That came with six like a packet of beers No drinks, these are actual years (ah) And I know they wanna end us, hoping prison's where we end up (end) Put the G-Wagen in S Plus, then I give your friends dust Killer on them verses, plus the boss got them hooks I meet girls and make them realise they got soft spot for crooks Meanwhile, my soft spot, that's getting locked and cooked (locked and cooked) Judge tried to throw it, but Melo had to dodge the book (dodge) Bitches call me handsome, they say I got the goods But if I go broke, I know they'll say I lost my looks Man get money hella ways, it's just not one way nigga It's Wednesday, but I got bae making me Sunday dinner My niggas rob and drug deal, some grave diggers He ain't shot shit but talks it, one lame driller (lame) I know labels don't want it to end this way But I had to tell them it's Independence Day 'Cause I'm tryna run it up, talkin' endless pay My coke still sells itself, that's independent yay (yayo) Shout the AGB's, I've been takin' them in (gang) I thought BA's guns got signal, how he's making it rain OG's still be living off some works from years ago (years ago) But we're some young wild niggas, that don't feel that old (nah) And, no, I can't be lit alone, gotta watch for the brothers These days, I lost track of how much watches I've flooded And lost track how much guap, that I've dropped to my mother It's April, I'm thinking what watch to cop for the summer (what watch?) I get it in and get it dropped on my runner His baby setting no children, he's watching the grubba Teacher said that you'll make money, as a doctor and plumber But I chose the trap house, now my watch is a stunner (stunner) Never really thought I'd be the type that's ballin' (ballin') I was on my bike at night, tryna rip up Michael's organs (his organs) Now I got a room that's strictly full of Michael Jordan's (Jordans) Put my baby momma in Rolex, no Michael Kors's (man did that) Man get money hella ways, it's just not one way nigga It's Wednesday, but I got bae making me Sunday dinner My niggas rob and drug deal, some grave diggers He ain't shot shit but talks it, one lame driller I know labels don't want it to end this way But I had to tell them it's Independence Day 'Cause I'm tryna run it up, talkin' endless pay My coke still sells itself, that's independent yay
Writer(s): Marvin William Bailey, Stepan Kogatko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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