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Nah, I ain't going unless I get paid to go
Nigga still getting my gangsta on
In the back of this S-Class with a bad one getting my brains blown
It's 9am, cabana living, champagne with the French toast
You can't box me in, ain't got lots of friends
Did it on my own, no pot to piss
Pawn the gold just to get the flip
Real hustlers know how that is
Then you bounce back, and stay ten toes
Ran it up, copped the Benzo
Ran it up, where my friends go
Niggas got jealous and left
Tried to get niggas to step
But niggas would rather go play with that life or that death, it's crazy
Tuh, I still get this guap on the daily
Still bend the block for my babies
Mindset like fuck you, pay me
Nine shots, you know I'm faded
Palm trees, you know I'm shaded
Long Beach the city, I was raised in
Racks in my son lil' playpen
I been outside, now I stay in
Destined for greatness, looking for businesses tryna put my stake in
They don't wanna give, I'm taking it
Bullshit, my nigga just save it
Grind mode every day, the basics
When I'm done, they'll still be chasing
When I'm done, they'll still be chasing
When I'm done, they'll still be chasing
When I'm done, they'll still be chasing
When I'm done, they'll still be chasing
Look, I'm back on my shit again
The way we was raised, the money come first we always gon' get it in
When that shit get low niggas get thirsty, probably commit a sin
You know what you signed up for, nigga it is what it is
Fully bossed up, nigga I do this shit for my kid's
Been had the piss on my wrist
Sipping them sidecars, I was sipping the Cris And Webbie like steak with the shrimp
These niggas be taking a glimpse
These niggas be thinking they slick
But I just sent the Lyft for his bitch
Still got motion
Bitch, wanna talk about closure
Real P, nigga, I told you