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

(Verse)
Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a clip
Counting this fucking money, did that with no
I guess all money talk, so fuck what you niggas thought
My got a Porsche truck, like look what that pussy parked
Got that demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two seater
Got to sleep the reaper, and watch 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 early this morning, the Lord I'm alive
Kissed my daughter then told my lady I'm on the grind
Gotta do it for Sela, that's my daily
Fuck these bitches, the money, power, on my mind
It no love for the weak, ain't no top on the Jeep
Tell haters 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 with We Da Best on the
I'm mane, nigga kiss my ass
These niggas be my flows and all, ain't even mad
I my flow is dope as coke, come get your bag
Just bought Aston Martin, yummm', that fucker fast
Nigga started with a and a dream, show me the cream
All that 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 then they know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the since 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 whip with my little Spanish
All day, in the back of the back nine J's
I be balling, small ding know what I
I say up with them bitches? Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the type of nigga do you first and then your
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, squeeze them triggers I'm soul seeking
I think you pussy, I can smell it on you and clear
And since my left me young, I ran up out of fear
And when it come down to my family, bitch I die for
Blow that chopper your chest to show you shit is real

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