Hey V12 what up baby
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Yeah for love
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Yeah Yeah
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[Verse 1]
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I¡¯m into cruising my bitches and sending bruise
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They interested in tattoos and they smelling like there are a brew
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And they slipped it and they be feeling I laughing
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I¡¯m into trouble when you aint around I seek it ahh
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I like to cut it I feel alive when I¡¯m bleeding out
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I¡¯m sitting down to do business I got young paper song
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Make it draws dancing to me and some finish the on
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I leave my kids in a tissue they write they make upon
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And if your mama raised a good girl your mama raised you wrong
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My fate is gone now all I believe is money money money the money
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Shit I would pity the money if what you see is what you get it ain¡¯t a secret
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You aint never gonna be shit you never seen shit
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I aint felicitous I need it I need it enough song
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And I¡¯m a give my kids the trust issues that come with trust funds
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These bitches see going down on me and like to come up
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When all them problems money can buy except the drug ones
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I¡¯m done running I don¡¯t mean I¡¯m done running
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Shit I can take a break for a half and let you catch up a bit
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(Just wait a second man)
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Any cash I¡¯m a double it until my album budget like petty cash in the government
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I be album working like Halle Parking was fronting it
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You can tell I¡¯m eating it I¡¯m stunting with Chucky Cheese
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And I don¡¯t wanna answer your calls send me a fucking text
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Cause I be cutting you off if you aint cutting yourself
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[Hook]
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Born high level shit
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Money in the clip
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Running on the paper the way you coughing on your bitch
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And we don¡¯t give a dam of where you from or who you with
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Hell now we doing eye level shit we doing eye level shit
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Money in the clip
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Running on the paper the way you coughing on your bitch
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And we don¡¯t give a dam of where you from or who you with
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Hell now we doing eye level shit we doing eye level shit
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[Verse 2]
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This is high level with sky level with my bezel
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Curtsey of rolling Bing face shit takes
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MCs take years to get on my level
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Bring Superman down to earth get their shit quakes
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We make hits since your shit breaks
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We¡¯re the pros Button
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Better wonder shots screaming squeeze the cannon the thunder fast brake
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You¡¯ll niggers skate like the laws coming
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Different strokes feel the drumming different dough ¡¦
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I can lamer when the lamer keep rolling
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And your bitch never fucking she always told me it¡¯s a go
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Maybe it¡¯s the dough or maybe it¡¯s the flow
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So many make the moans go crazy till I¡¯m sacked by saving
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Cause your boy so hate you¡¯re the means of my surviving
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And it means I¡¯m still living and after a natural disaster
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I¡¯m still ready for action
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Shut up the bouncing if you see ¡®em slamming when you see me saluting
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And I can¡¯t get my armor
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It¡¯s wear ¡¦ mama think I¡¯m a rap star
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When I¡¯m a part time bomber
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Think only resting in the night hours
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Get broke move Coke
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[Hook]
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Born high level shit
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Money in the clip
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Running on the paper the way you coughing on your bitch
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And we don¡¯t give a dam of where you from or who you with
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Hell now we doing eye level shit we doing eye level shit
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Money in the clip
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Running on the paper the way you coughing on your bitch
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And we don¡¯t give a dam of where you from or who you with
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Hell now we doing eye level shit we doing eye level shit
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High Level Shit
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| Emilio Rojas |
