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Let me try this,
Uh,
coming soon,
I'm out for to represent me,
up nigga?
Yea niggaaaa, yea, uh,

Gimmie my money, man, why else would a be grinding? (right)
I'm for them diamonds, dog, how could a nigga be shining?(true)
I'm glowing, that the flow intact,
Get this record deal, I swear to God, my 'mil I'm blowing that! (haha)
Now, like fuck it I know I'll it back, shit, it's nothing,
Funny how blacks spend their on mad shit for stuntin,'(yea)
But shit, that's all we know man, thats how a niggas (true),
You learn bout two getting pussy, getting paid. (uh)
And you be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade,
So niggas on they dick and hoes giving nice brain, yea.
In class dreamin' having these nice things, (uh)
And then you around and wonder why you strugglin'
But whites ain't. (hmmm)
I it off like, "fuck it, it's motivation,"(yea)
Some niggas gotta walk through life, some roller skating, (uh)
Some niggas bypassing steps, niggas chose to take 'em. (yea)
And for that fortune, man, some niggas their soul to Satan,
But it man, I ain't hatin,' I gotta go for mines.
My little pregnant now, I put in overtime,
On my grind, yea, just like the nigga Fortunes,
I'm focused, on my bite, a cobra, I'm tryna get my Oprah on.
These hoes is cuz I won't pay 'em attention, (nah)
Time is money, bitch, and a nigga tuition, (ahaha)
Real niggas hustle by using intuition, (yup)
While these fake niggas ain't into doing, into wishin,'

Yeah,
uh,
I'm out for to represent me,
I'm Benjamins, nigga,
nigga,
Washingtons, man,
of those,
Yeah!

'Til I'm rich, ain't no reason to nigga,
Its greed that make a wink at the devil to get that cheese,
You couldn't think at my level, even with trees,
You couldn't get deep with a shovel, now nigga, please,
I'm G's tryna throw some diamonds on them freeze,
shit, sneeze on some thousand-dollar sleeves.
Ease to the top and I'm not finna leave I'm hot,
But my gotta breeze, a south nigga,
Boy, I'm without the diamonds in my mouth,
Out while you reclining on your couch,
I'm climbing, you haters by the doubt,
My riding is devout, so talking violence out yo' mouth,
And you find what I'm about, nigga!
Far from a slouch, nigga, I ain't gonna