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No book, I'm rippin' pages, tryna write like findin' one strip Mindset on them millions, my confidence on a forklift Hustlin' is the only way you gettin' it if you from here Forty shells in a gun clip, nothin' but hate, ain't no love here Narcs on the block, a dead body, another homicide He DOA, hurt everybody, another mama cryin' Sit alone, thinkin' with my thoughts in a room, ain't got nothin' but time People asking me where my feelings went, I ain't seen 'em in a while Tell 'em, "Put RahRah back up on the block, he ain't commit no crimes" I roll a blunt, sit back and meditate, thinkin' whilе time flying I was just a baby, now I got diamonds every timе I shine And I don't like when people 'round 'cause folks be tryna slime a slime First quarter, ain't even much half time Fourth quarter, had me hit the bay line Ten to one, K up the score by eight or nine No feelin' and my only fear is not workin', I'm ready to grind Chasin' money, not wastin' time When n***a like me out here cussin', dyin' red light, he switchin' stop signs Fifteen when I shot my first deuce five Weeks later, mama get me baptized Seen shit in the hood, left me traumatized Why I stay with my MC Hammer time I'ma go get the trophy, Brady That's why I be winning so much, that's crazy Gave me the cape, ain't no way I can't save it 'Fore I go leave millions to all of my unborn babies You hear me?
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