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Yeah Running through money and spendin' All of my clips extended Haters want hate on the boy Building me up to destroy Leaving me without a choice Show these niggas I'm untouchable California king bed, three story crib, but I'm not comfortable I got different type of feelings in my heart now Nonbelievers, I don't listen when they talk now Top getting closer when I stare it down Swear the top getting closer when I stare it down 20 for a show now Police in the background Rarely ever sold low Never sell my soul Young nigga out here running laps 'round these five souls I go back to [?] 'for I go broke Get that money, keep that money, make that money flip Hartsfield-Jackson back and forth, I did a hundred trips Broke through the glass ceiling like it don't exist Plus I'm so good at my job, I'm getting bonuses Walk inside [?] and the DJ is [?] We just wanna party why the people keep harassing us Fuck these blood suckers, I [?] to play Count Dracula Letras de cancionesExtremely intelligent, exceptional vernacular Labels tryna capture us, but it's not adding up Y'all took the elevator, me, I took the ladder up When I'm up that [?] my stance, they yelling batter up Bored with this flow, so it's time to switch the pattern up Back like I never left More in tune, more in depth Got order in my steps Lost when my granny left Lost when my uncle left Got me wondering who next Devil playing tricks on me, dangling money and sex Fight through the war for respect Momma raised a bull When I see the mic, I see red, hard to keep my cool An educated African, on beats I do the fool Swear to God I use this rapping shit to pay my way through school From Letras Mania