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

(Verse)
Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a clip
Counting this fucking money, did with no scholarship
I guess all that talk, so fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck, like look what that parked
Got that hustler demeanor, and I'm out that two seater
Got to with the reaper, and watch 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
Kissed my daughter then my lady I'm back on the grind
Gotta do it for Sela, that's my daily
Fuck bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
It ain't no love for the weak, 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 with We Da Best on the front
I'm mane, nigga kiss my ass
niggas be stealing my flows and all, ain't even mad
I swear my is dope as coke, come get your bag
Just bought that Aston Martin, yummm', that fast
started with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
All that profit piling, partner that's by any means
That fifty-thousand in my pocket busting out the
Hopping out that coupe, that go missing bitch like bada-bing
Knock knock, bang bang, ever since back then wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was the streets since I was like seventeen
I put it on mama, always dreamed of having a
Them niggas was hating, still I was in that Mossolin
Oh I mo say
It's money over bitches, what my claim
Probably in the whip with my little thing
All day, in the back of the number nine 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 sister
I'm a savage, fifty karats
Came from the bottom of the barrel, to living
Blood on my sneakers, brother's keeper I see dead
'Bout them figures, them triggers I'm just soul seeking
I you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and clear
And since my 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)
you shit is real
to 7 new
Starvation 2 on the way
up
Moun up
We da best be logo ah
Ha ha ha
Brap,