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Looking at my scale Talking to the work like "you better not bring an L" You better give em hell Phone keep ringing, i be juggling different sales Looking at my scale Benz V12, so far up out my reach I got visions of me parking all while covered in a mink While i rep my hood on a diamond link California plug, California king when i sleep But at the moment im just sleeping on a couch, creeping to an ounce Granny swear they gone raid the house She told me "get a job" I'm like what for? Can that job buy me a rover truck? fuck no In the living room talking to my custo's Sittin on a tucked .44 in case this shit go left instead of right Investing in the white Had to see a necklace invested with ice bitch guess the price I got dreams n, my mans will settle for crumbs I hope he dream bigger Im tryna live like a mf king n Until i hit my goal, fuck being seen n, fuck the scene n I'm in the trenches politicking, while bottle sippin My dollars flipping, no choice i gotta get it! Plug do you got a minute? If you could front me a chicken, what would be the ticket? He laughed at me like "boy you still a lil n" Fuck it, ima buy my own work, did my homework Had to put my whole damn home on the work My advantage was local fiends, i ain't have to search And we ain't treat em like dirt if they showed worth Took a loss pawned my watch, got my hustle on Duffle bag full of work, got the duffle gone Climbed out the hole, now i'm back hoe Them broke days taught me how to stack more Looking at my scale Talking to the work like "you better not bring an L" You better give em hell Phone keep ringing, i be juggling different sales Looking at my scale Looking at my scale Talking to the work like "you better not bring an L" You better give em hell Phone keep ringing, i be juggling different sales Looking at my scale Yeah
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