Note 2 Self Lyrics

Yeah

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First thing (chea)

First thing (Bitch)

First thing

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First thing first

I'ma let it be

Fuck if they ain't feeling me

God bless my enemies

Jada (Bitch)

First thing first ima let it be

They been tryna get rid of me

Fuck em if they ain't feeling me

Put my lil trust in lame bitches

Hmm silly me

Hit you in yo top right now

While still praying for my mother fucking enemies

And just because we don't speak

Don't mean its love lost

I don't lose shit

But wish that I can drop a bag on it

How much love cost

When it came to you I gave my all and I still lost

Damn (I lied)

Give flowers to real biches

It ain't many left

I ain't skipping steps (nope)

Just believe in the process and you know the rest

Leave the race running to the ones that don't get it

Over here its tmc until my fucking death

If I ain't learned anything

I learned to pay attention

Don't talk as much as you listen

Who forever who for the moment

You gota know the difference

I can't forget to mention

Go get yo money and stay outa other people

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Go get yo money and stay outa other people business

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Un (chea)

Yeah

It's rules to this shit

Big wrote the manual (baby)

Been in this game for years it made me an animal

Never let em know yo next move

Keep it cool every situation don't deserve the truth (facts)

Rule number seven is so underated

Keep your family and business completely separated

Never catch me slipping again i'm so liberated

Young black beautiful and free

It's a celebration

When you start going up

Pay attention to they faces

They gone act like they happy but they really hate it

What kind of fake love you tryna give

What kinda shit is that

I don't really need none of that

Leave it where it's at

Never trust nobody

And I don't owe nobody shit

Ain't doing nothing for the free

Remember you ain't help me up

When I was down on my knees

Remember

Remember