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Ayo
The optics change chopping in the ‘Range
I'm spending 160, why you even playing games?
If you know you got an ops, you ain't even saying names
Only spending what's left over, you ain't even see the change
I started getting money, these niggas acting funny

Tap the shoulders of the god, my repertoire is never bummy
Still, grimiest, slimiеst
Good weed, what kind is this?
Impact spitting dope raps to fit inside a tiny disc (Come on)
Thеy ain't know my kind exists, the 1 of 1 the finest shit (Yeah!)
Rare to see a nigga speed it up and then rewind the shit (Yeah!)
Always see them credits, who is better when the climate shifts? (Yeah!)
Architecting, that means you are seeing who behind this shit! (Yeah!)
Frugal though, had the Uber go straight to the diamond dist' (Yeah!)
Used to be pressed, now I'm pressed to get the flyest shit (Yeah!)

Press got me fucked up, they wrote me off the highest cliff (Yeah!)
Had to get fresh, so they watch... know what time it is!
Ballin, foggy game turned to alcoholic
Couple shots later, skinny light turning brollic
That's foreign
Still got Aussie money in my wallets
If that ain't self made then, tell me what you call it, boy

Gotta pay attention this a hustle not a trap (Yeah!)
This is for my homeys that are broken but adapt (Yeah!) (Sheesh!)
Times are hard of course but shit is different when you black (Yeah!)
While all the haters doubt you baby, look at where we at! (Yeah!)

Luxurious like, Gwen with the pen and pad
No Doubt we stick and move, I'm on the ave not taking jabs
Seeing fiends leaned, held them beams at fourteen
Anybody knew me then would say I'm living out my dreams (We did it)
What city are we on? We conditioned, or we aren't
When you self made you know that niggas don't live this long
Open doors for the hustle, I envisioned where we at
You could see it too, you grind and niggas still say you wack (Yeah!)
All I got, is my word and niggas can't take it back (Yeah!)
Now I'm straight, creased up, not picking up the slack (Yeah!)

Gods energy, tried to show empathy but they ended me (Yeah!)
Harsh winters showed me you ain't as hard as you pretend to be (Yeah!)
Suckers not a kin of me, a chopper down in Tennessee (Yeah!)
Tentatively, intensified, this tension got me really geeked (Yeah!)
Intelligent, I'll tell you why the white sell like 10 a key (Yeah!)
They run in ‘tree like 3-6, or 8Ball & MJG
I don't sleep, let these words work for the cold cheese (Yeah!)
OD'ed, see the ZZ's in them nosebleeds (Yeah!)
I'm praying for the older me, it's point game rosary (Yeah!)
I'm straight bugging thinking that I'm higher than I'm ‘posed to be (Yeah!)

Gotta pay attention this a hustle not a trap (Yeah!)
This is for my homeys that are broken but adapt (Yeah!) (Sheesh!)
Times are hard of course but shit is different when you black (Yeah!)
While all the haters doubt you baby, look at where we at! (Yeah!)

I did it myself, I did it myself! (Yeah!) (Self Made)
You breaking me down, you limit my wealth (Yeah!) (Self Made)
You wanting to fall, I never will! (Yeah!) (Self Made)
Homey, you making me stressed to kill! (Yeah!) (Self Made)

Talent is on, my feelings out! (Yeah!) Self Made)
I don't know what they talking about! (Yeah!) (Self Made)
Feel it again, feeling the route (Yeah!) (Self Made)
They wanting us all, killing us out (Yeah!) (Self Made)

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