Correction Lyrics Fate by Loaded Lux

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One time I had to beg and I ain't too proud
Don't let it go to your head, it might weigh you down
Dumb emotions that you're fed you can wait to count (?)
Don't let it go to your head, it might weigh you down

All of my youngins was rippin' and runnin'
For the money doin' wrong
You say you righteous
'Cause you never liked to admit it when you was wrong
To pull up in somethin' from nothin'
We stuntin' and jumpin' into them foreigns
Whole team in uniform
She lookin' for the unicorn

Doin' wrong, MJ bad with it, niggas better move along
Now I say she lookin' for the unicorn
But recall you when she askin' who the corn—
Ball in the building like it's demolition
Knew that I was comin' with it: premonition
Been a minute, but I found the winnin' ticket
I don't know them numbers, they ain't listed
In my contacts, but I'm independent
Catchin' contact 'cause I'm in position
Doctors, haters, coppers – which the difference?
Hoppin' takin' shots and sendin' pictures
Your baby mama see me livin' driven
She shot-gunnin', I be pistol whippin'
Gettin' wigglin' but we ain't flippin'
At the bar turnt like a livin' gymnast
Sexy in the shower, but wreck it on the hour
They said every thread is golden: Rapunzel in the tower
That mean I keep a straight line: Steve Hightower
I said "No, I don't need a line, I'm already high-powered."
Back on, what about my ex?
Malcolm X but my outfit fresh
Marcus Garvey but let's start the party
He out there howlin' then his house in next
Kinda got it but he soundin' nerdy
Watch it when I drop it talkin' dirty
Jump up in that box and give him thirty
No, I don't bring it back, bitch, I know you heard me

All of my youngins was rippin' and runnin'
For the money doin' wrong

You say you righteous
'Cause you never liked to admit it when you was wrong
To pull up in somethin' from nothin'
We stuntin' and jumpin' into them foreigns
Whole team in uniform
She lookin' for the unicorn

War scars, had to prove his self
Learned hard, got his music shelved
Broke his heart but he knew it helped
I had to turn myself into myself
Back to get it, don't be actin' different
Try to tell 'em that you'd have to live it
Islamic or you're Catholic Christian
Bitch, they all pray to me – ask forgiveness!
Business that they can't get out or dodge
Niggas hatin', all I got is God
Frustrated couldn't find a job
Lord, he put his hands on that firearm!
Sound the alarms
The model broads, exotic cars, poppin' stars
That ain't wrong, but that ain't all
Can't be small-minded now when I'm at large
You feel like Jordan then jump
She jumpin' off, I'ma dunk
We click it, oh you caught the hunch?
All of us gon' ball in like some months
Build or destroy what you want
You gon' do somethin' then talk it
'Cause you gon' be somebody target
Number-one hit on the market
We used to run from the lawmen
Up in that lobby was Lord then […]
I paint a powerful portrait
Gang ties like I'm Al Capone
Still a drive that I got from Bobby Jones
Hit the road rocky, I'm Stalone
Pushin' rainbows for that pot of gold
Juice bar flow, this not Patrón
Got that loud cougar, watch your tone
New phone, you'd think I be known
Still talkin' dirty but y'all know they heard me

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