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Cohiba Season, This a Neezy Production
Quartermily, when I die, fuck a fish fry
Tinted windows on a ride, ask yo bitch why
Snatched a game and found a way to get the click right
Ain't worried bout a lock and key, we got it zip tied
Diamonds round these faces, draped around my neck
Bout respect, bout a check, livin' without regret
Keep my morals right, goin' to trial, be sure the lawyer's right
Jewels, tattoos, new shoes, nigga, it's more to life
It's more to life, accolades numerous
My legacy outweighs the material and consumer shit
A destination was a goal till I got used to this
Ain't shit to prove, so I ain't proving shit
When you ain't got shit to lose, you start to lose your shit
It's either build or destroy, I've been improving shit
All of my previous peaks now humorous
Only worry is finding room to grow
Fuck what the rumor is
Quarter mil before I go, that'll be annual
Six figures in revenue, all factual
Don't fuck with too many rappers, they just be acting cool
I've been working, been invested, but was trapin too
New lines of credit, accounting, dissolving taxes too
Scale the business, share the game that they don't jack in school
Ain't serve my purpose if my niggas ain't stacking too
Never relaxing, if family lacking
Save the bright ideas until you got a plan of action
Attain the currency, the real estate, then satisfaction
If it sound like I'm preaching, go ahead and skip this shit
Soon you'll regret that you missed this shit
Learn compound interest, high yield accounts
How to start a small business, what IRA is about
Put insurance on the fam and put insurance on yourself
Because death's inevitable, so is getting the wealth
Get your credit right, then chase the bag blow
20% and invest in another bag
Rinse and repeat it, stock market still undefeated
Make the money work for you, ain't no way for you to lose