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

(Verse)
Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a clip
Counting this money, did that with no scholarship
I guess all money talk, so fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck, like look what pussy parked
Got hustler demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two seater
Got to sleep with the reaper, and out for them people
Cause the devil be lurkin', all pistols are dirty
All my niggas are riders, their extended with thirty
I woke up this morning, thanked the Lord I'm alive
my daughter then told my lady I'm back on the grind
Gotta do it for Sela, my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power, on my mind
It ain't no love for the weak, ain't no top on the
them haters I'm overseas, I'll be back in a week
I'm trying to get richer than Trump, a couple for lunch
I need the cover of Forbes with We Da on the front
I'm going mane, nigga my ass
These be stealing my flows and all, ain't even mad
I swear my flow is dope as coke, get your bag
Just that Aston Martin, yummm', that fucker fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream, me the cream
All that profit piling, partner that's by any means
That fifty-thousand in my busting out the seams
Hopping out that coupe, that roof go missing bitch bada-bing
Knock knock, bang bang, ever since back then they wanna 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 that
Oh I mo say
It's money bitches, what my niggas claim
Probably in the whip my little Spanish thing
All day, in the back of the back number J's
I be balling, small ding what I mean
I say what's up with them bitches? Molly, weed, and some
I'm the type of nigga do you first and then your
I'm a savage, fifty karats
from the bottom of the barrel, to living 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 down to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that chopper through chest to show you shit is real

(Outro)
Show you shit is
to 7 new
Starvation 2 on the way
up
Moun up
We da best be that ah
Ha ha ha
Brap,