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[Verse 1] Too much thinkin' On top of that, I'm gettin' high and drinkin' I'm floatin' on cloud 9, watchin' these n*ggas sinkin' No blinkin', you blink too much, you lose your turn Sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn I been talkin' my intentions, now it's time to go and do it Take you were I come from, that influence on my music Ain't no u-turns on this path, think before you choose it Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it I came here unexpected, I'ma leave a legend Brought up in this hell, how I'm breathin' heaven I swear I fear I hear my n*ggas laughin while I'm ballin' Woke up this mornin' the weed and alcohol callin' Livin' that life of a mac, kickin' them hoes out off 'em Ask 'em when they comin' back, knowin' that they done lost 'em Hit them b*tches from the back, I ain't want all the talkin' Don't be blown at my jack, flat-line on that cat [Hook] Let's get this money, then lets make it stack Then let's make history, 'cause they can't take that back Back to ballin' and spendin' Runnin' up in these women, got a b*tch out the movie Take a look how I'm livin' And do you know what it took? I take you back down the road, before the riches and b*tches And the platinum and gold I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul I don't ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes [Verse 2] Heat up in the winter, so I'm cooler come the summer We out here, gamblin' the ruger money sucker PYT and all we up the cougar, I'ma crush her And I always been a rebel, never been a cuffer You just talk it, you don't does it So all those who suffer, you so humble out in public Computer make you tougher I got Rosé by the bottle, b*tches by the car-load 6 or 7 new ones, I'm switchin' up the mob B*tch I sleep in the Apollo, I'm always on stage I should take my show to Broadway 'cause that hallway like a grave Can't no b*tch get in my mind, so I know it's physical I kick out the dimes, I think I'm invincible I climbed to the top, now I'm pissin' off the pinnacle I pray to God that I get rich, gettin' money spiritual Diamond in my physicals, that's why I'ma stand out You don't got your hand in, you just got you hand out (son) [Hook] Let's get this money, then lets make it stack Then let's make history, 'cause they can't take that back Back to ballin' and spendin' Runnin' up in these women, got a b*tch out the movie Take a look how I'm livin' And do you know what it took? I take you back down the road, before the riches and b*tches And the platinum and gold I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul I don't ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes I bomb back on them hoes [x4] |