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If I had a dollar every time I failed, I'd be a rich nigga Money that don't mean wealth, doesn't mean rich, nigga Look at that solo cell, make you rich nigga Dollar all the time I failed Take a loss, take a win, take a breath Take your day, take your time Take a loss, take a win, take a breath Take it in, take your time If I had a dollar every time I failed, I'd be a rich nigga Money that don't mean wealth, doesn't mean rich, nigga Look at that solo cell, make you rich nigga Dollar all the time I failed Take a loss, take a win, take a breath Take your day, take your time Take a loss, take a win, take a breath Take it in, take your time Readin' the words of a few good men Childhood waste, take the food out your hand Long live the gang, got the crew down a man Microscopes to the mood that you made Enough flavor without fruit Hop up out the bitch, I'm Biggie Smalls, give me the loot They passed you the ball, and you caused them to loose It was all on you Letras de cancionesI can't even count all the shots I missed That nigga sayin' you be scared to shoot But I can't call it, it is what it is Broke niggas love to break shit as a kid If I had a dollar every time I did fail Nigga, I'd be rich If I had a dollar every time I failed, I'd be a rich nigga (Let's go) Money that don't mean wealth, doesn't mean rich, nigga (Let's go) Look at that solo cell, make you rich nigga (Let's go) Dollar all the time I failed If I had a dollar every time I failed, I'd be a rich nigga Money that don't mean wealth, doesn't mean rich, nigga Look at that solo cell, make you rich nigga Dollar all the time I failed Take a loss, take a win, take a breath Take your day, take your time Take a loss, take a win, take a breath Take it in, take your time Ayy, still with the gang I had learned to get bands with Remember when we played our records, the record executives pressing skip Guess it's just they couldn't download the messages Niggas just ain't have the bandwidth, damn, nigga If I had a dollar every time I failed, I could pay a rich nigga ransom I could pay and make this the national anthem I had all these bags like a Badu ballad Now we makin' bags off the word salad Had to master patience, like I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Had all them Ls, and my green turned to a purple haze And the future days lookin' hella clouded Fail like an angel God doubted it Prevailing against any odd, count it I'm rich, rich From Letras Mania