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

(Verse)
Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a full
Counting this money, did that with no scholarship
I guess all that talk, so fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck, look what that pussy parked
Got that hustler demeanor, and I'm out that two seater
Got to sleep with the reaper, and out for them people
the devil be lurkin', all these pistols are dirty
All my niggas are riders, their clips extended thirty
I up early this morning, thanked the Lord I'm alive
Kissed my daughter then told my lady I'm back on the
Gotta do it for Sela, my daily remind
Fuck bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
It ain't no for the weak, ain't no top on the Jeep
Tell them I'm overseas, I'll be back in a week
I'm to get richer than Trump, a couple million for lunch
I need the cover of Forbes We Da Best on the front
I'm going mane, nigga my ass
niggas be stealing my flows and all, ain't even mad
I swear my is dope as coke, come get your bag
bought that Aston Martin, yummm', that fucker fast
Nigga started a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
All about that profit piling, that's by any means
fifty-thousand in my pocket busting out the seams
Hopping out that coupe, that roof go missing bitch like
Knock knock, bang bang, ever since back then they know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the since I was like seventeen
I put it on mama, always of having a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating, still I was skating in that
Oh I mo say
It's money over bitches, my niggas claim
Probably in the whip with my little thing
All day, in the back of the back nine J's
I be balling, small ding what I mean
I say what's up with bitches? Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the type of nigga do you first and then sister
I'm a savage, with karats
from the bottom of the barrel, to living lavish
Blood on my sneakers, keeper I see dead people
'Bout them figures, 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 it come down to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that chopper through your to show you shit is real

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