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It's 2 bars?
Aight
Motherfuckers wanna get famous
Bust guns and get dangerous (Dangerous)
Daddy graduated from Cambridge, yeah
Money talks in every language
Real recognize that stainless (Stainless)
Silver spoon what my aim is (Aim is)
Y'all don't know what that game is (Game is)
Y'all don't know what that, uh
Y'all 'bout that fraternity life
If you're from where I'm from then as soon as you come
Baby girl gon' be about that maternity life
If you do like my daddy then, she gonna be single and alone
That maternity life for eternity life
Eternity life probably thinking we livin' that life (Livin' that life)
'Cause we do what we do
But hold up let me get it right (Get it right)
Everybody got problems, everybody got problems
But not everyone need a .45 to solve them
Revolve them (Ba-ba-ba-ba)
Take care of all of them like this
I might just go crazy
All the way
Y'all live that live where your safety is only a call away
But not us
Mommy and daddy never bought us
Not a goddamn thing but they brought us
Broke as hell we couldn't fund the trust
Outside run around with a gun to bust
Police looking for every one of us
Back then, yeah, all of that was fun to us
Had a little bit of money in the middle
Let me hit 'em with a riddle
If I never had a dark night I might not-not-not-not be the same
Might not be the-
I know my mind is sober
But I'm so high, it's over
I know my mind is sober
But I'm so high, it's over
Ay, hey now boy?
You dont know nothing about this, right here boy
Chilling in Maryland, three niggas in a Cadillac lac-lac
You don't know nothin' bout that Chi town
South Central with the gang, gang
Niggas in the projects, for them niggas tryna eat
Get the fuck up off your silver-
Everybody wanna live lavish
A million in the bank on average
They cutthroat, yeah, they savage
They riding 'round with the baddest bitch
One day, I woke up, and said I'm 'bout to do for the rest of my life
No question it's right
Waiting for the bus at a stop light
Looking at the cop right in front of my eyes
Living in a world of lies
Where the truth dies and hatred multiplies, mu-mu-mu-multiplies
I said I can't take it
I remember wondering if I would ever make it
But as I reminisce I realise it was all irrelevant, it's evident
I'm getting money for the hell of it
Never fuck around so the flow celibate
Speaking for the people like a delegate
And when the situation's delicate
I execute it with the proper etiquette
Everybody wanna get ahead of it, no
I can't take the time to stop
It ain't all about the money so I'm headed to the top
But I'm still getting guap never stop unless a body drop
Metaphorical motherfucker to get it in
While the whole world spin for the dividend
But I'm in another system
Everybody hate 'til he dead then they miss 'em
Why can't we relax and listen?
Stop spending money on things that glisten
I know my mind is sober
But I'm so high, it's over
I know my mind is sober
But I'm so high, it's over
Ay, hey now boy?
You dont know nothing about this, right here boy
Chilling in Maryland, three niggas in a Cadillac lac-lac
You don't know nothin' bout that Chi town
South Central with the gang, gang, gang
Niggas in the projects, for them niggas tryna eat
Get the fuck up off your silver spoon