[Chorus: Twista + (Pharrell)]
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You, you, you want the lavish crib and fancy cars
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You want the face, on that Rolex shinin like the stars
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Don't worry mayne, you could get it mayne
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(If you look in the sky and you don't see your dream)
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(Man don't feel defeated, cause trust me you can build it)
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[Twista]
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Now hear the words that I flow when I spit
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I know shorties that be havin dreams of goin legit
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But the hustle quicker so they cop a fo' on the split
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Now they got enough money where they can go get a brick
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It's on - ain't nuttin gon' stop us now
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Gotta look at 24's while they watch us now
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Spinners rollin up the block while they pump out noise
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But they always get into it with the jump out boys
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And why? Take a look at all the people that got dubs
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You ain't legitimate, you out here servin them rocks up
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I know you want the radio and screens to pop up
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But we gotta get the money and try not to get locked up
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Know the difference between real and fake
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Different work is just like different real estate
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Open your mind, you got more than the skill to take
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Cause I know
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[Chorus]
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[Pharrell]
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Uh, one time for my niggaz on the corner
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With the burners on and with the fresh yams in they tube socks
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Uh, two times for my niggaz with they hands in the air
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Sayin a prayer cause the game left their dude shot
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Yes - I know that puzzle
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Niggaz at each other thinkin they will bust you
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The bang is the same even if it's muffled
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But the moment so loud when a dead man hug you
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He's cold in your arms, but you ain't gon' be foldin your arms
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You gon' be lowered in your arms
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Cryin to open the jar, and to add injury to insult
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You're smokin your life away
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Look at me, big car big house big jewels
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All that came out my backpack
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You ain't gon' do it, it ain't gon' work, you ain't gon' prove it
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Even though that hurt, I just skated past that
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Look - everybody got dreams about ki's
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Chains full of ice with S after the V's
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Horse on the hood, a grill full with the B's
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Dangling your feet in San Turin-y breeze
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Make a virtual picture, and spin around
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That ain't it, well fuck it nigga we get it down
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Never try to grab your ankle nigga we'll kick 'em down
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Focus up, we gotta hit it now
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Bruh when your cell goes clink, that's when you forfeit
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All them dreams, all that divorce it
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You ain't even get to see new mansion and Porsche shit
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This dedicated to my man up in Norfolk, locked up
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[Chorus]
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Ha ha... wait [repeat 2X]
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My nigga open yo' mind, mind
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Aren't you ready to go?
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All of my fears inside, side
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Let 'em blow like 'dro
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[Twista]
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Through the wisdom of a prism I see I don't wanna go to prison
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I make the decision to get liver
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Reminiscin as I take a listen to my nigga 'Pac
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While I envision my "Ambitions Az a Ridah"
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Listen to Pharrell spit to the track
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Pull up in a burgundy Bentley with a bitch in the back
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I get to the paper like a hyper get to the crack
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I ain't speculatin homey I just stick to the facts, c'mon
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If you wanna get the money and the status and the mob
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Better ride when you roll with the crew
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Take a listen for the bub hit the bud
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When you hear this in the club then you know what to do
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Look at the vision of a mack spittin crack on the track
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Throw these stacks in the black Cadillac
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Get it like Twista and Neptunes, I got your back
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And know you
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[Chorus]
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Ha ha... wait [repeat 2X]
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My nigga open yo' mind, mind
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Aren't you ready to go?
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All of my fears inside, side
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Let 'em blow like 'dro
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Ha ha... wait [repeat 2X]
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Ha ha... wait [repeat 2X to fade]
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Lavish (featuring Juvenile)
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Twista |