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Cash on
You gotta get yours and I gotta get mines
Say, I gotta get yours and I gotta get mines
Hey
Gotta get yours
Gotta get yours
I gotta get mines
Hey
Twenty years, I'm still here
Twenty years, I'm still here
Twenty years, another year
Thanking God for this year
I can feel it in this mirror
Talking, you can't hear me clear
Turn me up, I'm in your ear
High as fuck, no chandelier
Look, nigga, I was here
Look, nigga, I was there
Everybody told me, "You so real and fucking
Rare." If she bad, I might just stare
I can really take you there
You don't wanna take it there
Drumming niggas rest and stare
Selfish niggas hate to share
Honest is the best policy
Seeking more, I can see
Maybe two, maybe three
Heard my talent age of three
Look at me, I spit this heat
What my God include in me
He just wanna see me flee
To the top, I'm happy, B
Not content with money
I want some more, it's common
Taking my shit on Sunday
Touring it, this coming
I know we gotta fund it
Zero to one hundred real quick
Real shit
Never let a bitch finesse
They gon' really test your tests
Even these niggas too
I keep my calm, I keep my cool
Class count, I was in school
Got in trouble, hate the rules
Always felt a fucking fool
Didn't know just what to do
Praying every night, man, it works just not twice
You gon' see it all happen
Gotta stick it to this rapping
There was one time when I lost it all in this rapping
I don't know how it happened
When I had it, I was savage
Then he took it away from me
Lesson learned only