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Excelsior

I've been through too much, I just live in the moment

Yo, only hustlers understand, so tell me, how can I explain?

I made it out my hood, but still a target cause of fame

I'm somewhere in my thoughts, could be good, could be bad

Got everything I want, but I was good with what we had, right?

Yeah

Two types of ****

Some **** see you getting money and salute

I'm that type of ****

Other **** see you getting money

That's me

And they hate you just for that reason

Just to get money

Let's go

I seen 'em blow it in the club like it was scammer money

Then watched it all disappear like MC Hammer money

2018, and the game expanded for me

2010 vision, I saw the game different

Nothing was handed to me

Eighteen on cell blocks, that's how I played out

But I ain't never count the days, I made the days count

**** judging what I did with mines 'cause they ain't never get it

I sold more dope than your boss, but I ain't have to in a minute

I broke bread with a snake, had him sleeping on a sofa

But you gotta keep him close, I fed pizzas to a vulture

**** even lied to God, disobedient like Jonah

I made every dollar count, I put my peoples on my shoulder

Only hustlers understand, so tell me, how can I explain?

I made it out my hood, but still a target 'cause of fame

I'm somewhere in my thoughts, it could be good, could be bad

Got everything I want, but still was good with what we had

I watched them blow right through it like they ain't like the money

Then make it right back like Mike Tyson money

Not just a bunch of dick riders, I'm knowing your style

Get on the net, say anything like Antonio Brown

You too broke to go to war, I'll punish you

Y'all got bitches with jobs and kids still in public school

I moved my family out on purpose, I got comfortable

I rode that drop through the city just to fuck with you

I broke bread with a snake, had him sleeping on a sofa

You gotta keep 'em close, I fed pizzas to a vulture

**** even lied to God, disobedient like Jonah

I made every dollar count, I put my peoples on my shoulder

Only hustlers understand, tell me, how can I explain?

I made it out my hood, but still a target 'cause of fame

I'm somewhere in my thoughts, could be good, could be bad

I got everything I want, but I was good with what we had

Hey dad, this Jerm

I'm just calling to tell you thank you

And most importantly, everybody still can't go