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

(Verse)
Uh, okay now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a clip
Counting this money, did that with no scholarship
I guess all that money talk, so what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck, like 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 them
Cause the be lurkin', all these pistols are dirty
All my are riders, their clips extended with thirty
I woke up early this morning, thanked the I'm alive
Kissed my daughter then told my lady I'm on the grind
Gotta do it for Sela, that's my daily
Fuck bitches, the money, power, respect on my mind
It ain't no love for the weak, ain't no top on the
Tell them haters I'm overseas, I'll be in a week
I'm trying to get than Trump, a couple million for lunch
I need the cover of Forbes with We Da Best on the
I'm going mane, nigga my ass
niggas be stealing my flows and all, ain't even mad
I swear my flow is dope as coke, get your bag
Just bought that Martin, yummm', that fucker fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream, show me the
All that profit 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, always of having a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating, still I was in that Mossolin
Oh I mo say
It's money bitches, what my niggas claim
Probably in the with my little Spanish thing
All day, in the back of the back number J's
I be balling, small ding know what I
I say what's up with them bitches? Molly, weed, and some
I'm the type of nigga do you first and then sister
I'm a savage, fifty karats
from the bottom of the barrel, to living lavish
Blood on my sneakers, brother's I see dead people
'Bout them figures, squeeze them triggers I'm soul seeking
I think you pussy, I can it on you loud and clear
And since my left me young, I ran up out of fear
And it come down to my family, bitch I die for them
Blow that chopper through your chest to show you is real

(Outro)
you shit is real
to 7 new
Starvation 2 on the way
up
Moun up
We da be that logo ah
Ha ha ha
Brap,