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Just bought my granny a Ferrari with the roof gone
When I gave it to her, she was cuttin' coupons
Ex callin', why? Move on
Got another hater, nothin' new, yawn
Me and you ain't started with the same funds
How much money did I have? Bitch, none
Got a couple skills that you missin', let me list some
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, get shit done
Now everybody liking me a whole bunch
'Cause I'm running through the paper like a hole punch
So do I get braggin' rights?
Do Asian people buy bags of rice?
Hatred hit the anger feed the fire that don't fizzle out
I ain't had a father figure, figured had to figure out
I done did a lotta bad and other shit I can't say
That's prolly why God put these problems in my damned way

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I'm from the South side Chicago where they known to pop lead
Ain't talkin' gorgeous, people just drop dead
Don't be shocked if your mom get shot
Arms hittin' every body like Lebron when he flop
I used to get bullied, but it must've been a sign
There was people pickin' on me, but it turned me to a gold mine
Hundred grand wrist, people used to give me no time
Lookin like this, "Girl, he so fine"
I stack my cash so high, way my paper stand
You can' t see me like a Fetty Wap eye exam
Your boy get dumped on he try me fam
You'll be that ugly single mom that can't find a man
She say, "What I gotta do for you to fuck me?"
I said, "Make it hard like when Mayweather read"
I'm next up, I ain't gotta play fair
I go hard like Michael Jackson at a day care

Boss Mode Everything
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Writer(s): Aaron Griffin, Robert Michael Novak
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