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I ain't think I'd be alive at twenty-five I used to sell 125s for 25. twenty-five lighters on the dresser, yes sir Gotta get paid) If you make it to see twenty-five that's OG status I was told you could be anything, just don't be average Down bad, flat pockets, that shit made me a savage Started hustling non-stop, don't plan on breaking that habit Fuck niggas start hating when I start making it rapping 'Cause you can't make it this fast, unless you taking a taxi Less than forties days, 100K tucked in my safe,I just stashed it Next time I touch it, I'm flippin' it real estate my gymnastics Still bet my twenties into fifties, and wrap the fifties in 100 stacks No, I'm not a dummy, never took no bitch where my money at Pimp if it come to that, I'm like, "bitch,where my money at?" Comfortable by my lonely, 'cause they snitch when you run in packs Ghost wrote a whole mixtape for some zips and some 100 packs I ain't have no option, I was pitching, wait, run that back No, I ain't have no patience then my plug dropped some weight on me I'm thuggin', don't give a fuck, I swear I love when they hate on me, GRIND HARD! Where do we go from here? The point of no return No, I ain't listen so experience taught me everything I learned I learned the hard way yall went yaweh, and that's none of my concern I know you cowards just can't wait to come take everything I earned But it won't be easy, no piece of cake Prepared for whatever may come my way I'm just a man, and I make mistakes But I still go in, I don't run away Got guns in my safe, you become dinner you come for my plate, I put one if your face We gotta eat, you nothing but prey We'll say a prayer before we say grace And then commence, if it don't make cash then it don't make sense 'Cause we can't pay rent with no one's opinion so in that sense I never value your two cents Standing ovation, ladies and gents These young niggas come fresh out the 'jects Where your worst enemy's wearing a vest and claiming they're there to serve and protect And your best friend is your connect You never depend on anything else At least til it's time to go stare at the judge and he got a sentence too long for a test Heck, darn please leave that bullshit you speak at the barn 'cause I ain't buying I'm only 5'8, that's fine, nigga, I can give a heart transplant to a giant, I ain't lying, Godspeed!
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