[Hook: Mr. Probz]
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You know, you know we got to get it
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My heart is still cold, we in a blizzard
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Born to get money so we live it
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New cars, new phones I'm like 'who is it?'
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Look around, stay down, the streets will grab you
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You came and you went, not to have you
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You're gone and moved on, I remember
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Same songs, stay strong, don't surrender
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[Verse 1]
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Feels like I'm in a dream
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Check my Roley a few times a day
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Skies the limit, live it
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Go tell niggas I found a way
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D-borders will drown your pray, down you lay
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Then up your my name goes
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Except my trophy, same pose
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Mink always open, came close
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Who want to play?
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Them bloggers got your ego knee high
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You fucked some bitches, sold some records
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Now you think your me high
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Sincerely me, I've given all of you
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I'm sketching out, hope my daughters see my memorial
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Over powering audio, storm showering all of you
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By lonely is my audible, slaughter through you recorder
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Employer handle your order
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Wanted every man every corner
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You came in with the wind
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Since when did you get that aurora?
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Been getting money, can't no money change me
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They love me around the world
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Them boys ain't went nowhere but crazy
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Party spinning, spitting on the one you call your lady
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Every other day they on you
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You've been rolling lately
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[Hook: Mr. Probz]
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[Verse 2]
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You want to get to know me but these records done mess your views up
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Running from what you're used to, you came to a nigga bruised up
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Like you ain't know that I was sharp, must want a new cut
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Manners that'll keep banners so the plan is
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Leave your love where your man is
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Be above all the cameras, you're caught up in the high
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And going to be double damage, the partying leads to bullshit
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Why you club with them hammers?
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Money can't buy you love, you ain't got it then minds you manners
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Honor is all that matters. how you do? how the fam is?
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You skipped the penitentiary, hallelujahs, and cannons
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Pardon the rumors, they ram us
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No opinion matters more than yours, believe in you
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They hunger is scary, this is for those that got to stick it through
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Through all the ups and downs you stuck around
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Until this day my cold flow fucks up the town
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Get green, deuce up the crowd
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I go to be with my nina, bull up and proud
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Purple and green are my stream, shoot up loud
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[Hook: Mr. Probz]
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No Surrender
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| Lloyd Banks |
