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(Intro)
Ace
You know I think its every young nigga dream to come the bottom to the top
From being in the
the millions

(Verse)
Uh, now fuck all this bullshit, I'm fresh off a full clip
Counting fucking money, did that with no scholarship
I guess all that talk, so fuck what you niggas thought
My bitch got a Porsche truck, like what that pussy parked
Got that demeanor, fresh and I'm out that two seater
Got to sleep the reaper, and watch out for them people
Cause the devil be lurkin', all 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
do it for Sela, that's my daily remind
Fuck these bitches, the money, power, respect on my
It ain't no for the weak, ain't no top on the Jeep
Tell them I'm overseas, I'll be back in a week
I'm trying to get richer Trump, a couple million for lunch
I need the cover of Forbes We Da Best on the front
I'm going mane, kiss my ass
niggas be stealing my flows and all, ain't even mad
I my flow is dope as coke, come get your bag
Just bought Aston Martin, yummm', that fucker fast
Nigga started with a dollar and a dream, me the cream
All that profit piling, partner that's by any means
That fifty-thousand in my pocket out the seams
Hopping out that coupe, that roof go missing bitch like
Knock knock, bang bang, since back then they wanna know who I be
H double-O-D, was running the streets I was like seventeen
I put it on mama, always dreamed of a Lamborghin'
Them niggas was hating, still I was skating in 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 what I mean
I say what's up with them Molly, weed, and some liquor
I'm the of nigga do you first and then your sister
I'm a savage, with fifty
from the bottom of the barrel, to living lavish
Blood on my sneakers, keeper I see dead people
'Bout figures, squeeze them triggers I'm just soul seeking
I you pussy, I can smell it on you loud and clear
And since my daddy 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 to show you shit is real

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