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(Intro)
Ace
You know I think its every young nigga to come from the bottom to the top
From in the dirt
Counting the

(Verse)
Uh, okay now fuck all bullshit, I'm fresh off a full clip
Counting this fucking money, did that with no
I all that money talk, so fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck, like look what that pussy
Got that hustler demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two
Got to sleep with the reaper, and watch out for them
Cause the be lurkin', all these pistols are dirty
All my niggas are riders, their clips extended thirty
I woke up this morning, thanked the Lord I'm alive
Kissed my daughter then told my lady I'm on the grind
Gotta do it for Sela, that's my remind
these bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
It ain't no love for the weak, no top on the Jeep
Tell them haters I'm overseas, be back in a week
I'm trying to get richer than Trump, a couple million for
I need the cover of Forbes with We Da on the front
I'm going mane, kiss my ass
These niggas be my flows and all, ain't even mad
I swear my flow is dope as coke, come get bag
Just bought that Aston Martin, yummm', that fast
started with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
All about that piling, partner that's by any means
That fifty-thousand in my pocket out the seams
Hopping out that coupe, that roof go missing bitch bada-bing
knock, bang bang, ever since back then they wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the streets I was like seventeen
I put it on mama, dreamed of having a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating, still I was skating in Mossolin
Oh I mo say
money over bitches, what my niggas claim
Probably in the whip with my little Spanish
All day, in the of the back number nine J's
I be balling, small know what I mean
I say what's up them bitches? Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the type of nigga do you first and your sister
I'm a savage, with fifty
Came from the bottom of the barrel, to lavish
Blood on my sneakers, brother's keeper I see dead
them figures, squeeze them triggers I'm just soul seeking
I you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and clear
And my daddy left me young, I ran up out of fear
And when it come to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that chopper through your to show you shit is real

(Outro)
Show you shit is
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Starvation 2 on the way
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Moun up
We da best be that ah
Ha ha ha
Brap,