Niggers ain¡¯t billed for the game,
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Check the strings in my DNA,
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Them nigger also, yeah, that¡¯s what the people say.
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Don¡¯t need anybody staying in the way.
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They don¡¯t lose attention all the way I move,
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The niggers attempt, then they go laying sums,
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Most haters is pussy and they should stay in rooms,
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Make the eight balls move, no pool.
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It¡¯s all true, look,
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I paid in full for my dues and my major moves,
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Top shouters in my crew, no Jamaican dudes.
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Though you know I¡¯ve got a few that I fuck with,
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We¡¯re all cool, cause we all making paper, too.
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Got a whole lot of shit, gotta make it through,
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And a whole lot of spice I haven¡¯t made it to.
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I got a whole fan based that I¡¯m trying to build,
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And a whole other level imma take it soon.
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Everybody just watch this shit,
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Imma take it from the bottom to the top this year,
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Don¡¯t worry about nothing, I got this shit,
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Just go and copy when I drop this shit.
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There¡¯s a message in the bottle and I got that bitch,
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I¡¯m about to rewrite it, make the world recite it,
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A million niggers in the world saying ain¡¯t a shit,
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But only a few in a row to say that they was rich.
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I know that eyes are against you
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From the time that you entered,
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But inside you¡¯re a winner,
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You gonna make it anyway,
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You gonna make it anyway.
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You gotta drive to the finish,
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Push the line to the limit,
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¡®cause inside you¡¯re a winner,
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And you¡¯re gonna make it anyway,
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Yeah, we gonna make it anyway.
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Most people ain¡¯t billed for the pain,
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And the house ain¡¯t billed for the rain,
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So tell me how you think you¡¯re billed for the fame,
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You gotta take it when they¡¯re shitting on your name.
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You gotta smile when they slap you in the face,
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You hear the low when you¡¯re said to get replaced,
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The fans love somebody different every day,
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So you niggers know I gotta get this K.
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Listen up, uh,
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Only passion won¡¯t help me make it in this rapping,
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So I gotta use my hustle, that¡¯s the business classes.
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And I¡¯m only getting better, ¡®cause the nigger practice,
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Money stalking, when they see me in the bank, I¡¯m laughing.
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I¡¯m so attracted to material things,
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Can¡¯t tell you about success, you gotta feel what I mean.
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They can take you around the world, you should see where I¡¯ve been,
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Know that you can be there, too, if you¡¯re chasing a dream.
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I know that eyes are against you
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From the time that you entered,
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But inside you¡¯re a winner,
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You gonna make it anyway,
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You gonna make it anyway.
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You gotta drive to the finish,
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Push the line to the limit,
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¡®cause inside you¡¯re a winner,
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And you¡¯re gonna make it anyway,
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Yeah, we gonna make it anyway.
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I know that eyes are against you
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From the time that you entered,
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But inside you¡¯re a winner,
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You gonna make it anyway,
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You gonna make it anyway.
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You gotta drive to the finish,
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Push the line to the limit,
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¡®cause inside you¡¯re a winner,
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And you¡¯re gonna make it anyway,
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Yeah, we gonna make it anyway.
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Under Dawg
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| Chase N. Cashe |
