[Verse 1: Freeway]
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(Let's go!)
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Fly like United
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Team Early pilot
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Wastin' your money, all you seein' is your eyelids
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We put drama to bed, early to rise, it's
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Bearded Leonidas, your highness
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Kill rats with semi-automatics, kill bitches with kindness
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Went from an ill-minded
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Blastin', leave folks mindless, spineless
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Niggas try to set me up, stick me for my work
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Try to creep up from behind us
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No way is them pricks gon' get me
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Strapped up, came on that money train like Wesley
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Act up, and get put on ice like Gretzky
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I'm the leader of the new generation like Pepsi
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Pop off and make y'all niggas do the Running Man
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That's for all y'all that think this shit fun and games
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I can supply you and your other man
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I'm the money man, y'all niggas know my name
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[Hook:]
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I was here when the money came
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I arrived on the money train
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Me and you, we are not the same
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All my life I've been movin' tons of 'cane
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I let it go, go
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Let it go, go
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Let it go, go
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Get it in and let it go
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I let it go, go
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Let it go, go
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Let it go, go
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Get it in and let it go
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[Verse 2: Gillie Da Kid]
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Gillie, I ain't never had a 9-5
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I'm on the block puttin' in work, I came Elijahwan
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And every time is right on time
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I swear my youngin'll shoot that bitch up like it's Columbine
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It ain't no secret, homie ? I ain't a saint
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I'm on the freeway in a Dooly, work by the gas tank
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Tryin' to get it back to Philly, I can make a quarter-mili
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Plus I get it for a bargain, and I know some niggas starvin'
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I'm all up in that lemon Porsche
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Off of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
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They never would've thought, this nigga years ago
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Who was there, pop had the city in a headlock
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These niggas dead weight
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The whole, no stop, drop twenty on a wrist watch, nigga no rocks
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New Panerai - I chop bricks, no samurai
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I stay duckin' the fed cameras
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Ain't I with the playin' and that jokin', no
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So you can keep that bullshit, joker, no
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We get 'em in and then we let 'em go
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So if you need that work, then nigga let us know
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Saint Sann]
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Raisin' the bar, the picks, Razor Ramon
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Rolex, diamonds, we on, soul glowin' like Tron
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Haters use so many bricks for buildings, I go King Kong
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With that white girl in my hand, like T-shirts we bare arms
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Early, money train, you ain't got a ticket
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Talk about a king from Harlem, only time you gotta witness
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Come around here - you is not gettin' it
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If I believed in luck, then lottery I'd be hittin' it
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Thoughts never limited, professional penmanship
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I'm in season, y'all still scrimmagin'
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All I know is the hustle, what are you imagin'?
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We talkin' birds more stirred than the Wimbledon
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I let it go, go, go ? go
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I really kick it out of Philly, call it Eric Snow
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Return of the Last Dragon, Bruce Lee with blow
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They want me to fall, Niagara, but the water still flow
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[Hook]
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LEt It Go
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| Freeway |
