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I smoke the gas to slow it down in the fast life.
Took a couple chances on my way to get my cash right.
Met a couple good women we just wasn't ready.
I'd just rather chase a bag boo it's nothing heavy.

My brother growing up without me i gotta look and wave.
If I can't give em a million I'll spin in my f* grave.
This s* forever or for at least until your dying day!
Real n* live forever what I'm tryna say!

I can't lie if you I was you I would be mad too.
But why you mad if you can get to the cash too!?
Only rolling designer all homage got me proper.
I don't know who introduced her but they better watch her.
Rap niggas give em Chanel when she f*cking for pasta.
Okay i got her nails cause the head proper!
We a got story be true to who you are.
I made it out the jungle with beautiful scars.

Shout out to all my n* in the fields.
Shout out to all the ladies here with heels.
I pray we all can have success in life foreal.
Now pop that f* bottle let that champagne spill!

Because we worked for this
Even though the s* we do everyday
Is the s* you do on the weekend
We worked for this

This life of mine!
With pretty women and dollars signs!
Plenty n* that zip you up if you outta line!

I'm always in my prime so this my greatest hits.
F* her off that 42 we about to make a flick.
Protected by blessings and weapons of course.
How he say he in my league
This ain't even that sport!
He took the years instead of life ain't s* to settle in court.
F* it ima hold the family just get right with the lord.

Take one a second tell yo n* Rest In Peace.
You a boss you take yo n* out the streets.
I took a loss and I got better with defeat
Now when a n* win the people standing on their feet

I gotta be successful because I love expensive s*
Prada, Louis, Chanel
I got and expensive chick.
If hurt you to see me shine.
This year you just gon be sick

Yeah we all got a story but yours can never be this.

Shout out to all my n* in the fields.
Shout out to all the ladies here with heels.
I pray we all can have success in life foreal.
Now pop that f* bottle let that champagne spill!

The s* n* die for is the s* I live with
I only sit with n* I slid with
On GOD that's some real s*