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Damn, Mizzy Mauri got beats Yo Been in the wild, I had to wait a while Tryna make it ‘appen, never knew if I would make it out Work hard, play hard, I never played around Had to go ghost just so I could bring the Wraith around I pulled up to where I grew up on the grown ting, it was Rolls Royces Spoiled for choice but gyal I really had no choices I’m back stage at Rolling Loud, ‘cause I speak for the voiceless Tapping into greatness and I still remember tapping Oysters Yeah, and then we bust Turnt my drive into Bentley trucks Mercedes just sent a truck with a Benz in the back, it’s love VIP deals with ‘em, wear VIP in the club, it’s lit Glow dark like you never saw me sell dark in the park Been a runner, this ain’t a walk in the park, it was hard Hard food in my pocket, shottin’ a shot for the stars And it made me a target, that’s when I knew I’m making it far, yo I’m in beast mode and it shows Lost 3 stones in a row I think I’ve finally grown, yeah On the road to riches, it’s been a rocky road I’m Rocky at the Apollo with Creed all on my clothes I miss going cologne in Greece so we can roam in European cars, I’m German whipping out in France But London still in my heart, Swiss watch on my arm The one I used to raise my glass, I should be drinking in the dance Corona’s got me at home corona popping Been a showstopper, couldn’t picture the show stopping But it’s still money over b*t*hes we’re only mobbing You know the world revolves around me 'til I’m dizzy and sick to my stomach If greed can feed your hunger then (Tsk) The dunya’s gonna done ya’ When I saw the silver lining there was thunder They was clapping at ‘em Now n***as 6 feet under One day my days will be numbered Why you think there ain’t a budget when I’m balling? (Balling) On the phone to God, I’m answering my calling The devil’s doing me dirty, had dirty money I earned it I’m earnest, I found my purpose Then lost myself ‘cause it’s worth it Been to more Christian Dior stores than I've been to churches I preach and no practice perfect, but Any time you hear that I speak, man it’s a sermon My demons got me determined I had to roll up in Hermes When she weren’t even working I needed something to work with Yeah Might just blow the bag an cop a Birkin LV purse for my mom, I’m spending purses Versace ‘cause of these verses They roll out the red carpet for me, it was meant to be curtains I’m Curtis Jackson Get rich or die trying, been a white wrapper And the aftermath may be Marshall Mathers Yo, there’s no way out, that’s why they call it trapping Any time I looked into the future, I saw March madness I’m from a mad place, it weren’t always cameras and campaigns From the neck of the woods where they grab chains Had to grab opportunity just to have change They were tryna penny my thoughts before the cash came Came to the conclusion that that’s just how them gyal stay But I still eat at the Ritz with ‘em, that’s where I’m staying Take a shot for a shot caller I'm poverty grown I think about it, then I pour one, ay Ay! Mm-mm V! Uh!
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