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My momma said I was gonna brake harts but I always do
And I always keep it cool got to drive a diamond Buick
Keep my 4s up don't drop it cause I'm way into it
I new I was going to get rich I had to peruse it
Had to ditch the NBA dreams cause I'm way into it
Being rich is just a dream I can always view it
Now I'm out here in my dream who would ever new it
Don't get me wrong I can still hoop and I still shot
Don't think that I will never see you in my rearview
Try to run up on me see what you going to run in to
Keep a 40 on me try me if you want to
I like beating drums and I like strumming strings
I'm the real ruler put the crown on me king
Ballin like I'm Curry I got more than 3 rings
Try to make another I get mood swings
Fill like I'm youngboy drooping music every week
Come and try me you cant get me out my winning streak
Tired of going to school and learning bout the middle east
I ani't no drop out though but I know they cant trace me
Stop making songs on soundation elevation
I put my songs on SoundCloud my creation
Don't need no girl rockin with me that's just agitation
I don't need no vaca days my life a vacation
Big rack 40 on me I make more that stacks
You ain't getting no free feature gotta add a tax
Have your boy sweating like he did some jumping jacks
He ain't worked out in a while so imagine that
I ain't mean to tortured him gave him what he asked for
Showed up uninvited so I had to put him on the floor
I ain't mean to say it ambulance wait by the door
Running through that line so they call me Frank Gore



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