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Initials on my wallets, smoking with my stylist Custom german plates on all my cars cause bitch I'm balling All in burning crosses, which royalty regardless Honestly I'm honored just to represent the progress Destined as I sing to you, I know what I may tell you Martin Luther King Jr., hustle, let me dream through you When I told my scheme to em, told me that I seem stupid Empty engines need fuelling, yeah that was like my theme music Now I keep them links Cuban, money talks, I speak fluent Everybody buying Rollies, you can ask my team's jeweller Life is but a dream to us, life is why they need music Got it wrapped around the corner, looking like supreme through it Cause when you cook it right, the fiends use it Come take a look at life how we view it You gotta start off in a cheap Buick Then book a flight and see to it That's first class, my first pass It's big shit nigga like when birds pass 7 grams, I got to a bird fast And Brian Herb stacks start busting on my church pass DOA, you gonn be ok, That's what my granny used to say but I ain't see a way Sitting in the county jail I pray I see today Most successful nigga – got an ‘S’ upon his face Fuck the world, fuck the world They hate a young nigga that could fuck your girl They hate a real nigga when he touch a mill Hate you if you fake, but hate you more if you real. From Letras Mania