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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 bullshit, I'm fresh off a full 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 what that pussy parked
Got that hustler demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two
Got to sleep the reaper, and watch out for them people
Cause the devil be lurkin', all pistols are dirty
All my niggas are riders, their clips extended with
I woke up this morning, thanked the Lord I'm alive
Kissed my daughter told my lady I'm back on the grind
Gotta do it for Sela, that's my remind
these bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
It no love for the weak, ain't no top on the Jeep
them haters I'm overseas, I'll be back in a week
I'm trying to get richer Trump, a couple million for lunch
I need the cover of Forbes with We Da Best on the
I'm going mane, nigga my ass
niggas be stealing my flows and all, ain't even mad
I my flow is dope as coke, come get your bag
Just bought that Martin, yummm', that fucker fast
Nigga with a dollar and a dream, show me the cream
All about profit piling, partner that's by any means
fifty-thousand in my pocket busting out the seams
Hopping out that coupe, roof go missing bitch like bada-bing
Knock knock, bang bang, ever since back they wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the streets I was like seventeen
I put it on mama, always dreamed of a Lamborghin'
Them was hating, still I was skating in that Mossolin
Oh I mo say
It's over bitches, what my niggas claim
Probably in the with my little Spanish thing
All day, in the back of the number nine J's
I be balling, small ding know I mean
I say what's up with bitches? Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the type of do you first and then your sister
I'm a savage, fifty karats
Came from the bottom of the barrel, to lavish
on my sneakers, brother's keeper I see dead people
'Bout them figures, squeeze triggers I'm just soul seeking
I think you pussy, I can it on you loud and clear
And my daddy left me young, I ran up out of fear
And when it come down to my family, I die for them
Blow that chopper through chest 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 that ah
Ha ha ha
Brap,