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We can book a flight to Miami baby let's get away Lately I been chasing this money and I ain't took a break When you run it up by yo lonely them niggas feel a way I can't even focus on haters I'm trynna fill a safe Youngins looking up to a nigga that's how I know I'm great Told my brothers fuck all the beefing we trynna get this pape Show em that's it's more than just trappin we trynna make a way Never said I'm perfect or nothing I know I make mistakes What's a hundred thousand? my nigga I need at least a M Know we keep it cool but don't try it cause we ain't one of them Stayed real thru all of my losses and now it's time to win I give all my glory to God, because If not for him I could probably still be struggling Came away from petty hustlin Remember I was broke with nothing Told myself I'm gon get money Hit the trap and got it pumping Now the baddest bitches want me Had to grind to get me something My Older niggas wouldn't front me Forever loyal to the bros, they never gotta question Ever lost yo re up on the stove? That shit'll teach ya lessons For the money it get cold, ya know these niggas selfish He ain't try to put his people on and now he missing blessings We should take a trip out to Cali I'm trynna run it up Go out there and cop me a 100 and put a 100 up Feel a way when niggas compare me, cause they ain't done enough Love when I was stuck at the bottom, they hate me coming up 30 pounds trappin in rentals just wanna do the Porsche Had 80 pints of the quali, you wasn't off the porch Thuggin with my nigga Chef Boomer he had me on the north I don't gotta go thru the middle I'm dealing with the source Driving down the road to the riches I put this bitch in sport Homie fighting two different cases he say he skipping court Never will I play bout a dollar it ain't no coming short Every nigga round me got choppas you know you can't extort I be in the latest of fashion I showed em how to drip 20 thousand on me in hundreds, I was just broke as shit Should've blew up when I was younger I wasn't focused then Fell back from one of my homies but I still hope he win Always knew I'd be the man, just had to wait it out If they don't like to see me win, then they gon hate me now Brodie say you get that shot, you gotta make it count And no matter where you go, you gotta take the south
Writer(s): Marlon Beard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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