[Intro]
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Sometimes when I¡¯m smoking that shit, right bird
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Man you ever just pray my nigga
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This for all the hustlers
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Sometimes I get so high, I just pray my nigga
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We hustling
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I be coughing this shit, hustle
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And I just be thinking bout
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We blast off, god love us, my nigga
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Real talk
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Sometimes I recite song 27
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The lord is my light and my salvation
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Whom shall I fear?
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Not nothing of these fucks
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[Verse 1]
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Coming up a nigga had to fight for erything
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Now I¡¯m at the fight 3 rows from the ring
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Call some don king, on boats with Jay-Z
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Looking at this picture, bitch better say cheese
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Who shine like boss, a birdman junior
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We still got birds, don¡¯t let birdman fool ya
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We just so blessed, lexus stretched
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Tears in my eyes and I mean
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The fam so trill, we just so rich
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You could fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch
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Sacks in the attic, ciroc on the yachts
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Knots in the pockets, baleys, no socks
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Cash is a heavy, monkey on my back
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So I¡¯m riding with my dog, with the chicken on my lap
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Fascinated with the shine, get high off the H
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Call you when I come down
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[Verse 2]
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Young gutter, been running for 10 summers
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Bad bitches lust, you pay for pussy, they front us
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Young boss talking, you lil niggas is runners
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The deals that I¡¯m aching to turn, my gun is the stunnest
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It¡¯s lies that you speak, the truth lies in numbers
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The wheels on the new coupe, humongous
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Bet that, maybach wet black
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Curtains close on the motherfucker when I sit back
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Yeah, got the game from the stunner man
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Yeah, but I still keep it gutter man
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Money wrapped up in a rubber band
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Give it to my bitch, tell her blow a lane nothing down
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Just a young nigga shitting, dumping
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Maybach music in the maybach bumping
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GT vodka got me feeling right
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Just a young nigga getting money man I¡¯m living life
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[Verse 3]
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Oh you lil fresh lil fly like that nigga, H
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Rest in peace to the rest in peace
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Come through nigga when I came through shooting
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Niggas popping off so I had to shoot him
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Shot him up, pop it off, that¡¯s how we do it
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Got the money moved out and that¡¯s how we do it
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Ak, I¡¯m in the hallway, you niggas get sprayed
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You niggas can¡¯t fade, get laid
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A nigga get flayed
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Fuck a nigga when we land, man we wet
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Chop em all then we chopped up
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Chopped up, got other niggas chopped up
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Upstate nigga came together got bucked
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Ain¡¯t nothing came so we did it, so we did us
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Another night in the new bus
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Smoke till we see dust
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Another bitch and she on us
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Ball till we can¡¯t flush
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[Outro]
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This that H experience
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This the volume one, lost tapes
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These records was recorded years ago
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Bitch we make time this music
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Catch up, we hustlers
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We winners, we rich, we the greatest
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We the best, bitch we the business
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We made it, we will never stop
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Birdman, ricky rozay
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Miami, new Orleans, every ghetto across the world
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Every hood, every project
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You feel the pain in the music
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We out here, H
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Justice
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Rick Ross |