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Correcting past mistakes and doing better than my father did yeah
I had to forgive him to turn my L's to wins
More than just fine women and getting rich
I'm talking about time freedom, it's all there is
How'd you sell the crib just to buy a whip? (Yeah)
Do it for the gram, look at how you live
Couldn't imagine getting racks off this music shit
No strings attached's the code of how we live
Never stick around just get the bag and dip
Shorty had to bounce, she brought her baggage with
Beyond savage, it's batting out the averages
Between me and god is where the magic is, yeah
Way too smart for all this average shit
Black cards, we overdosed on melanin
Diamond encrusted the Holy Ghost is heaven sent, yeah
Blew a bag just to get a mill
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blew a mill for a diamond album
Never mind the hate, I had to learn to mize them
God's timing, this's where God's time is
Big city dreams, I'm the towns finest
Transactions wired so the racks wireless
Still trying to be a man worth being proud of
Grew up moving CDs how they move product
It's better rich than to be a martyr
Cash over ass's the real nigga motto
Never slack and pray to win the lotto
Smash or pass with label advances
Don't but into the gas but play the advantage
Play into success and find a different vantage
Even hard pressed, you'll never see him panic
New brand niggas used to be branded
And now we own the masters, niggas moving standards, yeah