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They say life is a gift And freedom is a privilege If you abuse any of 'em Your journey can be very complicated young nigga Talk to 'em Uh, what you heard nigga? Nah, fuck what you heard I keep two lil' goonies on the lurk My bitch gotta cool lil' twenty in her purse, yeah See we was known to air it out first Told bop, wait let me air 'em out first They talkin' bout drugs they ain't never had work Lu preach to 'em, real nigga, church, yeah See I was on the way, started from the bottom now I'm straight 'Bout to cop an Audemars Piguet Yesterday I flew to Saint Tropez Met a plug yesterday, you know the whole crew ate Everywhere we go we eat steak I got my brother with me each and everyday Most of with me probably tryna beat a case And if you don't the other one with licensed with the K, yeah Know we ridin' K everyday Ran up the money had to put it in the safe I swear its hard to chose Mulsanne or the Wraith 4-4-2 you don't wanna race I don't know why she act different But when a nigga gone she goin' miss me All them motherfuckin' shoes, all that Tiffany All them tattoos all them piercings Momma be stressin' be patient, it's comin' Told you your boy was gone make it, you know it We go war with whoever, whoever I stack that money forever, forever We put that money together got extra Pour out the pint man we never gone measure Whole lot of types I ain't never gone settle I ain't never gone settle You know Like I use to risk my life for this shit You know You know we really got stripes for this shit You know This is no facade, I don't want no bodyguard I need me a Nicki Minaj, I need me like two freaky broads I'm on broadway, fucked up how they did Mitch in the hallway I'm fucked up gotta get rich in this hallway I swear I really got rich in the hallway My mother lost her sister, her mother lost her daughter, yeah Then my mother lost her mother, then my grandma lost her mother Then I fucked around and lost my cousin Never thought I never see muffin Never thought Fellow spot will get busted Shit fucked a whole bunch of money Lord save me, save me Power like a mason, mason Dreams come true gotta chase it, chase it If you love something embrace it The bond we share can't break it I'ma give you my heart don't break it Me and you girl that's amazing If you ever leave I'll be waitin' Come back to me girl, I wanna take you and show you off girl I wanna take you and travel the world I wanna dip you in diamonds and pearls, yeah Hope I make some, gotta make some The way we was raised up we might take some You know a nigga love gettin' paper This a real nigga celebration Yeah, yeah See we unstoppable You know We done been through so much, nigga, you can't stop us You know Yeah, yeah True story, this is my story Long live Nut forever Yeah, yeah This is my story True story, yeah Yeah, yeah Hope we make some, gotta make some The way we raised up might take some This a real nigga celebration
Writer(s): Rayshawn Bennett, Keante Morton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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