[Verse 1: Murs]
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They didn't care if I lived or died
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I didn't smoke weed so I could feel the high
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I smoked so I didn't have to feel the low
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A weird nigga that started writing the illest flows
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Then I started fucking killer hoes
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LYG, triple five, started selling clothes
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Thought I was on for a minute though
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Until I peeped how them other niggas didn't grow
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Strung out fucking dirty bitches, pitiful
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Never me, I had to come up with a different flow
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Exposing expanding ways of getting dough
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Had to do it like it had never been did before
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For no one originality is critical
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A long way since my days as a criminal
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And now your boy owns the biggest show
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Showing these young niggas how to make a business grow
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[Hook: Fashawn]
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Do it like it's never been done
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No second guessing, I'm the one
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Second to none
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Far from over, I swear it's just begun
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Begun, begun
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[Verse 2: Fashawn]
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I could have kept sellin purp, had the worst career
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No more snatching purses, I persevere
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Yeah, from the bottom to the top
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Sipping Vodka on the block to eating lobster on the yacht
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Like it or not, but I came from the gutter
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Betty Crocker on the block, boy is butter
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Product of that child protective
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Expecting to live wild and reckless
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From the foulest section
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Complex crack vile effect
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Sound of the 40 cal. is definite
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Yeah, avoiding the trap to the track
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Graduated without the gown or the cap
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Had to go OT, keep the town on the map
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Shut it down from the front, the crowd to the back
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I do it like you never could do it in the school of
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Hard knock, you forever a student, nigga
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[Hook: Fashawn]
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Do it like it's never been done
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No second guessing, I'm the one
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Second to none
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Far from over, I swear it's just begun
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Begun, begun
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Just Begun
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| Murs and Fashawn |
