[Verse 1] Yeah, ugh Started I was a zero Just a fist full of tear Just a pat and a pencil (?) scribbled down my fears Screaming out I'm ready to die That's a lie. I ain't going nowhere Till all my niggas get a Benz I'm sitting in the crib with the miraculous view I face time my little man, you know daddy miss you But I gotta rock this tour and get this mortgage Smile for us mama, then you show supportive So make sure I'm cleared, no distortion I know we used to argue but you'll always be important Don't cry for me Looking out the window, flying over Miami All (?) prolly poppin' but I'm turned in my album Get 'em need you when they ask Who you got your style from ? You niggas make me laugh till I cry Scared to use your voice, all you have is your sight Our block is gon' blocked, our ballers gon' ball Charge it to the game and get it in the lane and take the charge Send me 2 and 10 I guess you can't win 'em all Till my niggas hold on like you waiting on the car And if you fall its my fault. She know I got you
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