[Intro: Rick Ross]
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Fountain of youth
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May our legacies live forever
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Huh
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[Rick Ross]
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All my niggas quiet but we burning loud
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Makaveli to the max, never turn it down
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Mac 11 in a Benz: how you like me now?
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I run the city so my closet look like Nike Town
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Niggas talking like bitches, is it my income?
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Am I fucking your bitches? Is it official?
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My nigga did a dime, didn't learn a thing from it
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Came home, in two weeks got him a 600
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Get a text from the boss, you know them bricks coming
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Chicks at the beach house like they gonna miss something
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From the churches I rose, only loving the dough
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From the Chevy to Rolls, now it's fur on the floor
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Smoke an ounce of the truth: that's my fountain of youth
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R.I.P. to Mr. Shakur, this one is for you
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Nipsey Hussle and I got my nigga Stalley on it
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Double MG burning out in Cali on it
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[Hook: Nipsey Hussle x2]
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Stained glass window in the Benzo
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Lost in the instrumental
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Keys got me sentimental
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[Stalley]
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These rap books buried in gold
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The treasure of a million men, Versace shades trimmed in gold
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My life's big like them cameras explode
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Capture this rags to riches story that I unfold
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The youth fountain for the few counting
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Made money, but who's counting?
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It's hard stunting living in subsidized housing
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Every bag you bring though the door, dude's counting
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And every new girl you bring through, dude's hounding
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They want your youth, so they watch your moves
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From your pinky ring, down to how you lace your shoes
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Rope chains with the precious jewels
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The dope game had impression rules
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So what they did with cocaine and a couple spoons
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Had the whole hood acting like goons
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Trying to be the richest, trying to the be flyest
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Claim to be balling, end up like Len Bias
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Screaming from the bottom of this fountain here, nothing but silence
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[Hook]
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[Nipsey Hussle]
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Laces in my blue Chucks, represent my bros first
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Staring at my Rollie bezel as I soul-search
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Run this money marathon til my soles hurt
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But no materials could measure what my soul's worth
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I wanted everything, feel like I had no choice
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Young niggas wishing on a star like Rose Royce
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Being honest, killing mamas when we sold work
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I made a promise, give me options and I cold-turkey
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Sick of sitting on the side while it's game point
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Recurring dream, tryna scream but ain't had no voice
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Crazy lady speak in tongues said it's gon' work
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Never vocalize my visions, actions was my spokesperson
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Study rich niggas' moves like my homework
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Sacrilegious; however, streets was my own church
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[Hook]
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Fountain Of Youth
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Maybach Music Group |