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Got to do my thing, running solo, no pay
Having nightmares where everything faded black
I tell my girl, hold up, i'll be right back
Steady smoking that and then i make a dope track
Lokes on my face, stacking money bigger
Going through the race, making haters sicker
Get up off my case, only bout figures
Got to get it all, never slip through my fingers
Runnin' low on change, but i gotta come up i be hustlin'
Sun down and sun up standin' ten toes haters won't be takin'
Me i'm bout my cheese, i'm bout my bread
I'm bout my bakery ain't no hurry in the race
That's a fool's game busters turnin' on you
Only time that people change all this fakery
I see these suckas actin' strange She ain't loyal
Ain't no marriage, ain't no last name
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