(Hook)
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Getting to the money, hustle life, ain’t got no money
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Even if I’m fallin I’mma land on a bed of hundreds
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I know something, mama’s life will never flourish
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I swear to Lawd, I just left the bank
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Hungry for more, wearin designer galore
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Drink up to the floor, Rocky Balboa
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And I got to find this on me, Rocky Balboa
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And I’mma keep ridin shit, Rocky Balboa
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(Verse)
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Give me a set of keys or a melody and I’ll go crazy
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I’m blowin trees in my fatees ain’t no Fugazzi
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Even in them A1’s I’m sure I got the same bipolar
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The super charger going stupid hard, now I’m pullin up in the drops homie
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You ain’t never been this high
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Good thing I got, I’mma own me a car lot
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Spit fire to the studio, just like a trap spot, I’ve been fly
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Ask cop guy, no lie
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Went from getting a house bust to bustin a stadium
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Only take a day off, getting them Benjamins
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Runnin this trick, I’m runnin up in the mills
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It ain’t low key and that’s new lingo, new millennium
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I’mma spit a verse, I drew my 10 and i don’t take this life for granted
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Blood sweat and tears ain’t just happening
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I’m a free band nigga with a plan
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(Hook)
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Getting to the money, hustle life, ain’t got no money
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Even if I’m fallin I’mma land on a bed of hundreds
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I know something, mama’s life will never flourish
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I swear to Lawd, I just left the bank
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Hungry for more, wearin designer galore
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Drink up to the floor, Rocky Balboa
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And I got to find this on me, Rocky Balboa
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And I’mma keep ridin shit, Rocky Balboa
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(Verse)
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With my back against the rope, selling dope, baking coke
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Child support, no support
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I still had hope, I always spoke
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Banished into existence
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I never lost faith, I kept my place
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Paper chase every day
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It’s we sensei but it’s why I stay
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And I go ape behind this cake
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I stay laced, look at my face
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I can’t see you, money in the way
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I’m up to date in outer space
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A new regime, a brand new day
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I’m infamous, got lion trace
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What I’m tryna say I’mma keep that fire inside me til my heart decay aye
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Went from sellin yay (so what?)
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To sellin verses (true story!)
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The gift, the curse, I done been through the worse
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They let the real for real surface
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100 million dollars is my only damn purpose
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(Hook)
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Getting to the money, hustle life, ain’t got no money
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Even if I’m fallin I’mma land on a bed of hundreds
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I know something, mama’s life will never flourish
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I swear to Lawd, I just left the bank
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Hungry for more, wearin designer galore
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Drink up to the floor, Rocky Balboa
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And I got to find this on me, Rocky Balboa
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And I’mma keep ridin shit, Rocky Balboa
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Rocky
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