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I'd have been counted out

I'd have been left behind

I'd have been forgotten

But still I strive to push ahead

Remember my pockets looking slim

Thought I wouldn't be back again

Ain't think I'd get the win

Thank God but I had to sin

Gold shining when you see me grin

Snoop dog off that juice and jin

Kill the beats like I'm Timberland

And my nigga fresh out the pin

Its right back to them Benjamins

Ain't worry bout making friends

Y'all love to follow we set trends

Y'all ride waves hope y'all can swim

See the difference from us and them

Listen up I might drop a gem

Dumb it down for you to comprehend

Get some money what I recommend

I've seen them hate

I've seen them be jealous

Tell me I couldn't do this shit

What I did

What went wrong

Do what you gotta do

Do what's yours man

Don't listen to nobody

When we was down

Y'all switch sides

For a little fame

Y'all dicks ride

Y'all washed up with no tide

Some dirty niggas with no pride

Watch your back

Keep your eyes wide

Cause most these niggaz ain't certified

So hell no

Don't want no dap

Keep that phony shit

Right where it's at

Sleeping on me so I had to snap

Gotta go hard

No time to lack

Spend nights up in a trap

Before I ever even

Wrote a rap

making plays

Like a quarterback

Breaking down the whole pack

Make it flip like an acrobat

Remember when I got

My first rack

I been broke

I ain't going back

Not talking paper

I don't wanna chat

Give a fuck about this and that

Ain't making my pockets fat

To the bullshit

Blunt as a bat

My foot on they necks

Like a doormat

Ain't it funny

How the tables turn

Wish all them bridges

You ain't burned

Everything I got

I had to earn

The hard way

I had to learn

Told them I'll shake the city

When I return

Now I'm shitting on em

With No concerns

Little niggas

Like we the firm

Breaking necks

When we step in

And we flexing

Fuck your suggestion

Do a double XL

No Freshman

When the grind don't stop

Got what you need

If you got the guap

Talking cash

I did a lot

I'll take what's mine

Right off the top

Making moves

Like fuck a cop

For the profit

Gotta make a drop

Time is money

And I'm on the clock

All this clientele

Raising my stock

Fresh off the boat

From the dock

Who you getting paid

Girl start to flock

Niggas hate but they wanna jock

Peep the swag when i diddy bop