(Verse)
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This rap game to me is like a pot of gold
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Especially when it’s fat,
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I ain’t smoked more than I done sold
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Never fall, stay in my mode, bro it’s winning time
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A Rottweiler couldn’t keep me from the finish line
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And I’m scared of dogs but I ain’t scared of yall
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Slick and I’m a raw, livin life till our Father call
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Yea the money tall but it ain’t tall enough
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Say you want a thunder, what’s that number? I’ll call your bluff
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Takin shots, Blocka Blocka had a peer with it
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We in Vegas, ace of spaddin, play a deal with it
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Enemies turn frienemies once the real get it
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Don’t wanna hit yo joint if it ain’t chill in it
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Where’s a real nigga? On my mama though
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Instant problem, no Twitter, better follow though
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You better follow us if you fallin though
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Money clothes, grindin 4, lot of chronic smoke
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(Hook)
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‘Cus getting rich and being broke’s like night and day
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That’s why I’ll probably drink and smoke my life away
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Don’t worry about a thing, doin what the mic say
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I just wake up in the morning like it’s time to get paid
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They love you and they hate you, that’s the price you pay
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Got all my haters man feelin some type a way
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(Verse)
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Tried to fallback from the gym but it ain’t work
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Niggas try to pull back, when they spinnin they pockets swerving
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Khalifa man, so many bars I should be tendin
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68, soon as I start it you hear the engine
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It’s been a while since I done popped up
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But since I did my thing got big and wrist got rocked up
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My clothes off the runway, the labels let me do what I want
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And my money come as easy as Sunday
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Started out estate doing shows, now we leavin the country
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My niggas got my back like gunplay
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I’m rollin up the most expensive weed that I could find
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And if you lookin for me you can find me on my grind
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You niggas steal the swag, it ain’t hard to tell it’s mine
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I’m rollin up them zags, it ain’t hard to smell it’s mine
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Ain’t opened up the back but so you could tell it’s fowl
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Like that spend 30 grand on a watch, I could tell the shine
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But don’t even tell the time
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(Hook)
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‘Cus getting rich and being broke’s like night and day
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That’s why I’ll probably drink and smoke my life away
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Don’t worry about a thing, doin what the mic say
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I just wake up in the morning like it’s time to get paid
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They love you and they hate you, that’s the price you pay
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Got all my haters man feelin some type a way
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(Verse)
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I tried to step away from the game, I couldn’t leave
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For the last 12 years I’ve been hustling weed
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Ain’t a future in the game but there ain’t nothing for free
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A bunch friends turned phony, it ain’t nothing to me
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I’m getting cheese, pretty girl in Elize
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I’m in Belize in the baby blue ocean just enjoyin my trees
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Look I already made it, all this is a plus
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Take your fingertip and dip it in a bag full of dust
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Take a half a mill cash and bury it in my yard
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A lot of rappers go broke tryna be who we are
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All these cars out in front of my crib, look like a club
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But I don’t care about none of the fame, just give me tags
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All white gold with invisible set
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VVS stones growing all over my neck
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Getting rich and being broke’s like night and day
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I bet a bunch of haters wanna take my life away, aye!
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(Hook)
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‘Cus getting rich and being broke’s like night and day
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That’s why I’ll probably drink and smoke my life away
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Don’t worry about a thing, doin what the mic say
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I just wake up in the morning like it’s time to get paid
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They love you and they hate you, that’s the price you pay
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Got all my haters man feelin some type a way
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Night & Day
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| Berner |
