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Some say that |
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I'm worried, no homie |
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I'm cautious, |
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Sleep with one eye open case somebody approaches. |
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Shit. I hardly trust no one just a chosen few, |
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Ain't no tellin what's some men for some money will do, |
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Like some |
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VIP soldiers just call me the gambler, |
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Deal the cards, roll the dice, money's all on the table, |
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I ain't worried about what tomorrow's g'on bring, |
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I don't fear being hated, |
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Understand what |
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I am saying, |
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I don't fear being hated, |
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I done been there before, |
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In the dark, in the cold |
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I been left out alone, |
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I ain't worried about nothing, |
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It's my family |
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I treasure. |
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Not the future, my career, |
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Nothing lasts forever, |
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When your dead nothing matters, you ain't takin nothin with you, |
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Not the money, not the thoughts of you hoping that they miss you, |
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But while |
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I am here |
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I'm a go for it all. |
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Cause I'm a hustler |
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Motherfucker, |
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I'm a ball will |
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I fall [CHORUS:] |
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One, two you know what do, |
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Just hustlin' |
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One, two you know what do, |
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Just hustlin' |
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It's time to break the chain and escape the pain, |
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Too much loot in the game gotta stake my claim, |
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You rappers want a taste of fame, |
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And go out chasin dames, |
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I'm a corner the market, |
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Cause I got gate to gain, |
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I'm gonna split profit and expand, |
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Cause money and power, homie go hand in hand, |
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I'm just hustlin serving the friends who got the jones, |
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From microphones, |
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I pay cash for what |
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I own, In my zone, see it in my face and you know, |
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Going metal to metal in every ghetto to ghetto, |
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I'm at the threshold for somethin' epic, |
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Expect it my work ethic is nothing shorter than breathless, |
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From Cali to |
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Florida and every corridor around this whole globe, |
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This track is kickin with that old soul, |
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I'm gonna blow it up, tone up my vocals, |
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Whether TV or film etc. |
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I'm goin global [CHORUS] |
