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

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

(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,