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Life's better when your niggas good, and your mama
I'm honestly still for some type of balance
Cuz the status got me jah
Cuz I my bitch, but I love these bitches on my dick
When spitting tell me you feeling different knowing you's the bread winner
And it's rare you hear niggas say he can't you
But in your ears like he dope, just not dope
And the closest ho be probin you to open up
And to do so you roll one up
And lonely at the top
say me that they feelin me
I eat this game and this out
My dirty draws got streaks
I'm in too deep, industry is sayin to a nigga
Got like them, just but ain't changed like them nigga
only fuck with my old shit cuz I'm on shit
But I was potent in '06, niggas as shit
Now my dreams is more than minimal thoughts
And my cheese gon fluctuate tho sleep is the
And I'm tired
And I'm too
But it's like my made these niggas turn they pride to fool
Yea, ye ain't even gotta us
But you better respect this motherfucking hustle, real nigga

for suckers
Satisfaction's for
And ye don't even love us
But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, nigga shit

See life better when you know you
I some niggas is winning but ain't been home in years
Pray not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million
pretentious liquids
Ease with they money when finding is only trippin
Like you flowed I bet yourself that you with 60 niggas
So we keep that circle small and let no squares in there
It's double M G, I hope they the set
Don't you cop a whip unless yo mama out of debt
Shout out to my cousin Bola, be in a minute yep
My at the Rivers correctional, that's me in that vent
They thought I wasn't winning, the crew full of
But I do, I fucked the game and came out a rapper
I should be loving my
But a brand new Maserati got me plottin on hit
Success is like a ending battle
Well at the top and if that's you you who you tryna hear
To top on my last year, all that I ask of
I pray you forgive me if I don't bask in chapter
I'm a legend out Georgetown, we bout practice?
'Cause in establishment you ain't never established

Satisfaction's for
for suckers
And ye don't gotta love us
But you will respect motherfuckin hustle, real nigga shit

for suckers
Satisfaction's for
And ye don't even love us
But you respect this motherfuckin hustle, real nigga shit

is the story about the price of fame
But the love for the
Is because they change