(Intro)
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I need 100 dollars, maybe a million.
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(Verse)
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Waking up to credits, my life is a movie,
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Cocking back my prayers, no pressure can shoot me,
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Fashionable late, Givenchi can shoot me,
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A thousand miles per hour, that Bugatti is goodie.
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Balling out I got coach, gold line on these hoes,
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Touchdown and they fell, you know how many fucking records I broke
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LifeĄ¯s moving too slow, future calling my phone,
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Angels on that voicemail, daddy please come home.
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ItĄ¯s that trailer shit that I know, my dreams kicking indoors,
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Fuck the life that you chose, my smoking mirrors I broke.
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Fear Jackson with the DO happen,
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Blowing up like it never happened,
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Never satisfied till IĄ¯m 55, been selling this crack shit.
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Busting all that bitch shit that your hoe try to fuck me in,
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Top flowing like anywhere, no inch plus for your counterfeet,
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ItĄ¯s so high I talk to god and my androids can see you blink
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Lord know it is my time, lord knows it is far crime.
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(Hook)
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This is anigma,
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Middle finger to you fake niggers,
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This is anigma,
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These niggers canĄ¯t match you figures.
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(Verse)
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All the money and the cars, talk about it, talk about it,
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ItĄ¯s everybody living large, talk about it, talk about it,
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All my real niggers in the buildĄ¯, talk about it, talk about it,
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All the bad women making noise, talk about it, talk about it.
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This is anigma, raised in hell, cooked in holy baking soda,
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87 drinks, wake you, watch your fucking coma,
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ItĄ¯s cold in the middle when the heat is on,
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Why the fuck is cry around me, you just saw they ainĄ¯t seen alone.
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LifeĄ¯s class for that skype call, ease you up on my lighter,
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Too many money on my life fall,
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Push me up and I drown all.
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IĄ¯m way down till IĄ¯m way up, my countdown on a ballĄ¯s trap,
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Four hoes all fucked up, four hoes all fucked up.
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Try to change the liquid that juice go, fucked up, what a goose go,
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Last night graced on, last shit I was at a house party.
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Same nigger, same crew, watch your girl before she blame you,
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Bring your weapon, she was on my dick, but I donĄ¯t give a fuck like itĄ¯s game two.
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(Bridge)
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IĄ¯ve been on some other shits since day one,
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Ask me how I feel, how amazing,
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Fantastic billion, spent a champagne on your bitch,
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Why you sing along on my shit, nigger?
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(Hook)
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This is anigma,
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Middle finger to you bitch niggers,
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This is anigma,
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These niggers canĄ¯t match you figures.
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All the money and the cars, talk about it, talk about it,
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ItĄ¯s everybody living large, talk about it, talk about it,
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All my real niggers in the buildĄ¯, talk about it, talk about it,
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All the bad women making noise, talk about it, talk about it.
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Anigma
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| Gilbere Forte |
