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Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't All I got is my Pros, I need no friends Feel like this road is coming to an end The only that won't sin No he won't in Yo this world is bone Make meals in hell's kitchen with these Properly delivered drop in my swisher And bring that to my property wit ya
It easy being this royal When you got much going for you It hard to be disloyal Comin' straight from the soil with lines never coil Start to think pretty off new career with spoil The kid is that sick so expect coffins I'm the chosen one so you can expect offerings I be sonning niggas so expect orphans Best rapper alive that line used less often to God I'm the best offering BMX Hoffman, BMF like Ross man Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune They said next up so I up Fly like I up Bitches try to hang like nuts Like in the west of Of the motherland, but I've got the swank of no man man They can't Pro Era boys pop band
Cause ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend All I got is my Pros, I don't need no Feel this glory road is coming to an end The only soul won't sin No he give in Yo this world is bone Make meals in hell's kitchen these dishes Properly delivered drop trees in my And bring that to my property wit ya
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