Ordinary rapper ended up a superstar
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Sitting in the ghetto, wishing on that shootin¡¯ star
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Order bottle service, we ain¡¯t gotta do the bar
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Let¡¯s go hard tonight, the same shit we gon do tomorrow
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Different city, different state
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Hang out with real niggas
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Every sponsor bigger state
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You gotta feel niggas
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Smashing out with the Aston
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Getting head, not crashin¡¯
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I¡¯ve been brown bagged since ¡®09
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No spending bread, just stashin¡¯
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Still getting that cash nigga
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Rap money, move fast nigga
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Throwin¡¯ up that grass
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Askin¡¯ smokin¡¯ joint to the ash with ya
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But times change
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And people too
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I feel the same
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How I seem to you?
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I¡¯m where the weather¡¯s nice and the trees is blue
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Welcome to the life, this a dream come true
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Got the city goin¡¯ hard cuz we all bubblin¡¯
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Got the fans talkin¡¯ ¡®bout me way out in Belgrade
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Who you signing with, hah?
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When the album coming?
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It¡¯s all a grind cousin
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I knew my time is coming
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Poetical justice in the usual fashion
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Let¡¯s get this established
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This music - my passion
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You¡¯re risin¡¯ for the money and the fame
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But for the love of the game
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They expect you to change
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But when you grind and chine it ain¡¯t a thing
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But when you grind and chine it ain¡¯t a thing
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Now I¡¯m sitting at the party with pretty hoes
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Fresh from my head to my toes
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Poppin¡¯ bottles of Rose
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Don¡¯t want from nothing
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I¡¯ve got everything
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Don¡¯t work from nothing, I¡¯ve got everything
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Humble beginnings, I was dreaming ¡®bout the super start ¡®em
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Money and women give a fuck about women my problems
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Always in my own head, started out with no bread
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Kept my head u, got my bread up
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Now I¡¯m chilling still
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I hit the gas station, passing Jackson¡¯s to Fiends
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Gonna buy me a blunt that I packed with some weed
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I remember all the days they were laughing, my dreams
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Now when they look at what I¡¯m doing they just have to believe
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Rappin¡¯ with my cast on, broke my head in half
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Still I rap like it¡¯s my last songs
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Passing chef the hash
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When they ask about the burger tell ¡®em listen to Boaz
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Because them stories go way deeper than just bitches and hoes
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Sticking to the program, always on my own 2
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I always been my omen, there¡¯s nothing that I won¡¯t do
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To get this money, tempted by materials
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I always dreamed to have that B emblem on my steering wheel
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These rap motherfuckers funny though
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Young and with success, tend to move ¡®em out their comfort zone
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Fuck these hoes, I¡¯m thinking ¡®bout some better things
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Forget about that bullshit, the music becomes everything
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You¡¯re risin¡¯ for the money and the fame
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But for the love of the game
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They expect you to change
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But when you grind and chine it ain¡¯t a thing
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But when you grind and chine it ain¡¯t a thing
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Now I¡¯m sitting at the party with pretty hoes
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Fresh from my head to my toes
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Poppin¡¯ bottles of Rose
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Don¡¯t want from nothing
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I¡¯ve got everything
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Don¡¯t work from nothing, I¡¯ve got everything
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Now they see me, I¡¯m bossed up
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Bad hoes getting tossed up
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Chauffeurs pull their cars up
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Push a button, it starts up
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I feel like I¡¯ve just landed on a whole ¡®nother planet
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This money changes everything
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These niggas don¡¯t understand it
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Got paintings on the wall, now my counter tops is granite
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I took it as a blessing though, never took it for granted
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This just how God planned it
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These haters can¡¯t stand it
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Can¡¯t stop that if I wanted to
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We ball out automatic hah
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Everything top of the line
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Shopping in Boca Raton
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Eyes on both of my arms
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Frames, Versace designs
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But those are just material things
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Can we rise beyond that, to a spiritual plane? Leggo
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Can I make a million dollars without dealing cocaine?
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Wanna die a happy death without feeling no pain
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We hit the game like an asteroid, name of the tabloid
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Now go and get your money on, little duffle bag boy
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As I roll up the stink and pour me a drink
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I¡¯m laughing at niggas all the way to the bank
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As I roll up the stink and pour me a drink
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I¡¯m laughing at bitches all the way to the bank
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Everything
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| Boaz |
