| Yeah
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| I’m g-o-o-d
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| You feel me, yeah
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| Fresh fit new Chucks
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| I swear I feel like a million bucks
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| And them leather seats feel like plush
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| Four twelves make my shit go bump (go bump)
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| 20 carrats got your bitch goin' nuts
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| Livin' like a star, so they get so struck
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| Far as rap, got this shit sowed up
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| Ridin' by myself couple sticks rolled up
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| On these frames, I done spent so much
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| Niggas wanna nip, so the fo-fifth on tuck
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| And just look, don’t touch
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| I know you don’t see this usually
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| But excuse me, these Gucci
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| Got a future so bright, you’ll see
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| Man I’m this young, why is life so sweet
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| In my shoes, yeah, they might wanna be
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| The cameras right here and the lights on me
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| Let’s go
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| I’m good
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| Livin' just the way I should
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| Most niggas ain’t think I could
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| Look homie, I’m good
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| Doin' what I said I would
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| You try but to me, it ain’t 'nothing to it
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| Cause lil homie, I’m good
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| Most niggas ain’t think I could
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| But I’m livin' just the way I should
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| Yeah homie, I’m good
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| Yeah I’m good
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| Yeah I’m good
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| Yeah I’m good
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| Yeah, more cars, more clothes
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| Get money, that’s the life I chose
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| Chase money nigga, why chase hoes
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| They ain’t even want me 'til my neck got froze
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| And the price got told
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| Stories by trips in the nice sized homes
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| It’s a game, play the life I know
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| On the winnin' end wen the dice got rolled
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| Tall nigga so my flights got room
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| Small nigga so I always got goons
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| Say you get a lil' cash, that’s cool
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| I probaly spent more than that on tattoos
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| I got the formula you need to find
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| My city on lock and the keys are mine
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| So you can go and keep your piece of mind
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| Cause I’m G, 2 Os, and a D with mine
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| Let’s go |