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Yeah, 20 an hour in my long Bentley
Shame on you hater, this the Lord sent me
Shit, lately I've been my gas face
'Cause that's I'ma give 'em when they land in last place

Hand right by the hammer, ain't too many seeing us
So wanna take my gifts 'til I wrap 'em with the fifth
My regular sense is piff, and cashmere
You don't drove your your way, I told her she can crash here

Yeah, I'm counting people like the
like I'm limited, grieving like it's my last year
My boy in and out the box, stupid soldier
Told me if he can do it again, do it over

Poverty's cobra, squeeze ya life out
'Cause it's the fatalities and casualties I should 'bout
These rappers ain't iced out, just fooling
round town fakers, zirconian cubic, niggas

Only money matters in the game, fuck the
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger
Music like heroin, you numb the same
Play me I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slayin'

hate it, most doubt it, that's what they shout it
I'm on top now, there's nothing can do about it
They better ya outdone
'Cause where I'm from, there no way around it
sweet home

You motherfuckers can rap you blue in the face
You'll probably turn smurfs with the time that you waste
Throughout history they thrown at the greats
But I shoot back, the Lord designed me for hate

I've never understood Martin with his speech
With the whole world me, turn the other cheek
Never, so one left to die in the streets
his long arms happen to connect with his reach

Try to kill you then, them misses was God's kisses
Hollywood story, ghetto Todd Bridges
Different strokes that nigga broke, nigga reach
You only read about the cars that I shift

You only dream about the ho's that I dabble
Balcony views, like a postcard, this
White stones, steel, cold chrome
This city's my doormat, bitch I'm home sweet

Only money matters in the game, the fame
I eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
Music like heroin, you numb the same
me like I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slayin'

Most hate it, most it, that's what they shout it
I'm on top now, nothing they can do about it
better have ya outdone
'Cause I'm from, there ain't no way around it
Home sweet

Niggas, see me where you see me, shit I'm seen
Off the Queens magazines, hallway scenes
Paying crowds, screams, pressure crumbles teams
Fuck being in the jungle where they fumble dreams

Drugs for the living, Henny paid me for the
Crosses for the power, ghetto for the swiley
Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's
got me on the rampage, Jackson

Part of my reaction to corny ass raps
Keep with death and get your horny ass clapped
Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, respect out them
Bloody heads, turn Timbalands to red

50 bottles just a start now how you do it
Carbon fiber the Spyder playin' rider music
Ain't no question of my resume, I prove it
Life's a bitch and I get jobs while connin' to it

Only matters in the game, fuck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my pain
Music like heroin, you numb the same
Play me like I'm something sweet, be a part of summer

Most hate it, most doubt it, that's what shout it
I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do it
They better have ya
'Cause where I'm from, ain't no way around it
Home home