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It was right around the time I thought I had to move back with my mom I had to sell my first lowrider Halfway to the top Went to sleep, woke up at the bottom They turned off my lights, I lit candles and I plotted Got it before Getting it again shouldn't be a problem Every month dropped something Then the Double X-L put a nigga on the cover Made the freshmen ten like a year before my brother Wiz Rap hustling and we rocked e'rywhere we went Then I tried to start to start a business with Damon Charged that to the game, learned some thangs I thought I earned some change But fuck it, mayne, it's all the same I'd live the same life again If it don't kill ya, it just make you realer Stepping into the house shoes of a big wheeler Always wrote my own rules; this Jet Life, nigga Remembering when I couldn't smoke in the buildings Now the executives is dancing on the ceiling I've been moving around, moving around trying to get it From Letras Mania