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Started from the bottom now we here Courtside you would think I was a Cleveland Cavalier I'm talking 30,000 feet up in the air and dance lair 30 minutes later all the fans cheer Bitch you ain't seen this power since Lebron I went to Vegas for my 22nd rented out the Palms Now they say Illuminati is the cause Or maybe everyone one of y'all is lazy and I worked hard I ain't ever bowing down for a dollar Selling my soul to a charter I won't even take a buck from my father But they weren't saying that back in the day When I was hustling tickets to my shows ask Dante And I heard tempers heating up like a fillet Talkin' bout they run my city when they living in LA Sucker I ain't hearing nothing but a word Talked about I ain't about it bitch I got what I deserved See I don't know why everybody mad You had a chance and you blew it Meanwhile I'm young and I'm ruthless Meanwhile the dumber influenced Thinking you live like the music Don't be foolish my shooters make your face maroon like the Hoosiers Suckers always wanna talk funny Broke mu' fuckas never wanna talk money And since I was being quiet in the past I'm on the top looking down kiss my ass Still in the game with my same clique Still with the hood bitches fuck Cambridge And when they wanna know if I am real I saw bitch I ran my city 'for I ever had a deal Kells |