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I-I made choices in the pastTo get me where I'm atI had to make choices in the pastTo get me where I'm atIt ain't bout you, but it ain't bout me, yeahIt's about that paper coming with green, yeahSo much money it don't make sense no more, I'm sayingI'm at the point where I can't get no more, I-I-I'm playingAround with a check so you can't fire meAye fuck a crew I'm tryna build a dynastyI got my momma a new house, I got my daddy a new shopTold my brother he can have any car off the lotGot my sister out the hood so my nephew ain't gotta sufferGot my side ho a spot just for somewhere else to fuck herGot my grandma a new van cause she love them motherfuckersGot some chairs for my haters, I can't stand them motherfuckersMake you dance motherfucker, I swear that's what them bullets didSteve Harley clean rolling white boys call them bullet headsHa these niggas be playing I swear they don't want itNo sleep, no zan. I'm on the molly geeked up to the next damn morningAnd if you steal from me I'll kill you babyAbortion they say life's all about choicesI-I made choices in the pastTo get me where I'm atLetras de cancionesI had to make choices in the pastTo get me where I'm atIt ain't bout you, but it ain't bout me, yeahIt's about that paper coming with green, yeahSo much money it don't make sense no more, I'm sayingI'm at the point where I can't get no more, I-I-I'm playingAround with a check so you can't fire meAye fuck a crew I'm tryna build a dynastyI-I-I keep my head straight, my bed madeI stay in touch with Billy Ray even though that fed caseStill pending on him I pray for him everydayWith a 2 million bond its best he play it safeAnd I ain't scared to say a damn thing to the jury, hoWe was shooting a video how they robbed the jewelry storeAnd they still ain't got no witnessAnd I know it ain't none of y'all businessBut I just want y'all to listenAnd see how the system tryna fuck my niggaF-Fucking life up, other niggas ain't like usMorning breathe better try Trident, don't try usIt's like a fan in the battle how I'm blowing doughIt ain't bout where you been, it's where you goin'I-I made choices in the pastTo get me where I'm atI had to make choices in the pastTo get me where I'm atIt ain't bout you, but it ain't bout me, eahIt's about that paper coming with green, yeahSo much money it don't make sense no more, I'm sayingI'm at the point where I can't get no more, I-I-I'm playingAround with a check so you can't fire meAye fuck a crew I'm tryna build a dynasty From Letras Mania