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(Intro)
Ace
You know I think its young nigga dream to come from the bottom to the top
From in the dirt
Counting the

(Verse)
Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a clip
Counting this money, did that with no scholarship
I guess all that money talk, so fuck you niggas thought
My bitch got a truck, like look what that pussy parked
Got that demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two seater
Got to sleep with the reaper, and watch out for people
Cause the be lurkin', all these pistols are dirty
All my niggas are riders, their clips extended with
I up early this morning, thanked the Lord I'm alive
my daughter then told my lady I'm back on the grind
Gotta do it for Sela, my daily remind
these bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
It ain't no for the weak, ain't no top on the Jeep
Tell them haters I'm overseas, be back in a week
I'm trying to get than Trump, a couple million for lunch
I need the cover of with We Da Best on the front
I'm mane, nigga kiss my ass
These niggas be stealing my flows and all, ain't mad
I my flow is dope as coke, come get your bag
Just that Aston Martin, yummm', that fucker fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream, show me the
All about that profit piling, partner by any means
That fifty-thousand in my pocket out the seams
Hopping out coupe, that roof go missing bitch like bada-bing
Knock knock, bang bang, ever since back then wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the streets since I was seventeen
I put it on mama, always of having a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating, I was skating in that Mossolin
Oh I mo say
It's money over bitches, what my niggas
Probably in the whip with my Spanish thing
All day, in the of the back number nine J's
I be balling, small ding know I mean
I say what's up with them Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the type of nigga do you first and then sister
I'm a savage, with karats
Came from the bottom of the barrel, to lavish
Blood on my sneakers, keeper I see dead people
'Bout them figures, squeeze them triggers I'm just soul
I think you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and
And since my left me young, I ran up out of fear
And it come down to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that chopper your chest to show you shit is real

(Outro)
you shit is real
to 7 new
Starvation 2 on the way
up
Moun up
We da best be that ah
Ha ha ha
Brap,