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Yea, tucked in the crib for a grip but I'm back on my bully Melo but hoodie, yea Feel like an oldie but goodie but really just goodie Freaky, the record just started Push myself far beyond limits so where you gon' push me? Look where the ethic done took me Oh and in case you ain't know where I'm from yea its Brooklyn Big steppa' catching my footing You gotta wait til I drop to see what I've been cooking That's how I stack up the cushion Nothing in front of me now is what we was enduring Maybe that's just me maturing Built to withstand any season but this is insurance Hell of a bag I'm securing I got no plans of detouring even when I'm touring All of my teachers is foreign I learned some things in this life they dont teach where I'm born Trust me, this isn't the norm If you had winters like us, you don't get through that storm I gotta pass the baton I shoot my shot then I leave it up, look at my form I don't get torn, I get strong That's why the old me and new me still getting along Thought I was nearing the finish line, that's where you're wrong Money to count on, I know it won't leave me alone Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all Any time I'm on the line, don't I answer the call? Game on the line ain't no problem, I came here to ball Imma do me and that's with or without the applause Upgrade is coming whenever my back on the wall Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all Fruit of my labor go dummy If it ain't life'n or hyping you up, it ain't from me At this new view and it's stunning Yes I'm a spiritual guy but I'm still bout this schmoney Just talked to God and she love me I built my wealth from within so who taking it from me Trust me them trenches was muddy Been on a winning streak so long you'd think that I'm lucky Fresh out the blues and I'm poppin How could I stick to one thing when I know I got options - - - Seeing no signs of me stopping Just caught my stride, now I'm dancing like nobodys watching I'm in the crib and I'm locked in - - - - But I'm still opening doors like it's somebody knocking Cellular service is chopping How could I be mad at them, I'm the one who keep droppin Ok let's start the ignition You think you know me, you ain't met my latest edition Chin up, I'm back in position Sum up my losses and you'll find my greatest addition I tend to carve out the friction Thought about quitting but couldn't escape my ambition Run up my stock on the ticker They say the rich get richer then let's richer Thought I was nearing the finish line, that's where you're wrong Money to count on, I know it won't leave me alone Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all Any time I'm on the line, don't I answer the call? Game on the line ain't no problem, I came here to ball Imma do me and that's with or without the applause Upgrade is coming whenever my back on the wall Talk to me nice or don't talk to me at all
Writer(s): Tarik Trotter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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