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Out to get this guap, best stay out my way.
Look at all these lames, all they do is hate.
Money motivates, I'm about my cake.
Gunning for this boy, better pump yo brakes.
Many tried to tell me that the music wasn't nothin.
They see me out here stuntin, now they all asking for something.
Said ya boy would never make it, obvious they were mistaken.
Yeah it took some waitin, but coming up is all about ya patience.

Automatic payments get declined, cuz ya job ain't have ya check on time. So badly I wanted to quit, had to tell myself hold up a bit. If you want a mansion and the cars, work that full time crap while ya writin bars. Everybody wanna be a star, then say all the work is just too hard. You see them ball players ones that start, think they just sat back and watched in awe? Naw that hustle comes from in ya heart, no one all o sudden tops the charts. And that goes with any kind of art, if you want pole spot best play ya part. Gon and smile and wave while you push those carts, save up some that check use it to buy stock, by the time you can no longer work in stock, you retire a millionaire from Walmart.

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I remember staying up late to finish my homework, saying one day this'll payoff. And it didn't land me a job, but was good in case I got laid off. These girls who want my number now last year said I was way off. Funny how attitudes differ when they see how much you made off. To think the man before you the ones that they afraid of. Having more than 10 bucks in my savings all a yunggun really prayed for. Planted so many fake rappers in the ground forgot what I slayed for. Buried so many lose track like a squirrel hiding acorns. The market that I conquered is what the rest are just too late for. Thanks to God do what I love and that's what I get paid for.

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