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

(Verse)
Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm off a full clip
Counting fucking money, did that with no scholarship
I guess all that money talk, so fuck what you niggas
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 out for them people
Cause the devil be lurkin', all these pistols are
All my are riders, their clips extended with thirty
I woke up this morning, thanked the Lord I'm alive
Kissed my then told my lady I'm back on the grind
do it for Sela, that's my daily remind
Fuck bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
It ain't no love for the weak, ain't no top on the
Tell 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 of Forbes with We Da Best on the front
I'm going mane, kiss my ass
niggas be stealing my flows and all, ain't even mad
I swear my flow is as coke, come get your bag
Just bought that Aston Martin, yummm', that fast
Nigga started 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
out that coupe, that roof go missing bitch like bada-bing
Knock knock, bang bang, ever since back then wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the streets since I was like
I put it on mama, always dreamed of a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating, I was skating in that Mossolin
Oh I mo say
It's money over bitches, what my niggas
Probably in the whip 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 them Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the type of nigga do you and then your sister
I'm a savage, with fifty
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 since my daddy me young, I ran up out of fear
And when it down to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that chopper your chest to show you shit is real

(Outro)
you shit 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,