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Excelsior I've been through too much, I just live in the moment Yo, only hustlers understand, so tell me, how can I explain? I made it out my hood, but still a target 'cause of fame I'm somewhere in my thoughts, could be good, could be bad Got everything I want, but I was good with what we had, right? Yeah Two types of niggas Some niggas see you getting money and salute I'm that type of niggas Other niggas see you getting money That's me And they hate you just for that reason Just to get money Let's go I seen 'em blow it in the club like it was scammer money Then watched it all disappear like MC Hammer money 2018, and the game expanded for me 2010 vision, I saw the game different Nothing was handed to me Eighteen on cell blocks, that's how I played out But I ain't never count the days, I made the days count Niggas judging what I did with mines 'cause they ain't never get it I sold more dope than your boss, but I ain't have to in a minute Letras de canciones I broke bread with a snake, had him sleeping on a sofa But you gotta keep him close, I fed pizzas to a vulture Niggas even lied to God, disobedient like Jonah I made every dollar count, I put my peoples on my shoulder Only hustlers understand, so tell me, how can I explain? I made it out my hood, but still a target 'cause of fame I'm somewhere in my thoughts, it could be good, could be bad Got everything I want, but still was good with what we had I watched them blow right through it like they ain't like the money Then make it right back like Mike Tyson money Not just a bunch of dick riders, I'm knowing your style Get on the net, say anything like Antonio Brown You too broke to go to war, I'll punish you Y'all got bitches with jobs and kids still in public school I moved my family out on purpose, I got comfortable I rode that drop through the city just to fuck with you I broke bread with a snake, had him sleeping on a sofa You gotta keep 'em close, I fed pizzas to a vulture Niggas even lied to God, disobedient like Jonah I made every dollar count, I put my peoples on my shoulder Only hustlers understand, tell me, how can I explain? I made it out my hood, but still a target 'cause of fame I'm somewhere in my thoughts, could be good, could be bad I got everything I want, but I was good with what we had Hey dad, this Jerm I'm just calling to tell you thank you And most importantly, everybody still can't go From Letras Mania