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Everybody swore that last year was mine, everything was lined up
Thought that I would sign to MMG and join the line up
Thought that I would go to Universal out with Nigel
Hit me and then he acted all bitchy but never mind âem
I went to Violator, took a couple meetings
Started fucking with Chris Lighty âcause he could see it
And we were working with âem on this tape that we releasing
Then he took his own life the day that we were supposed to meet up
Rest in peace, rest in peace, Iâmma get it
For the simple fact that a legendâll believe
Iâmma get it âcause me winningâs the only way Iâmma grieve
And this year, all my people gonâ eat
And they gonâ see that Iâm the best in my era, the best in this era
You dickriders really that impressed with this era?
There hasnât been a classic album yet in this era
Matter of fact, I donât have any respect for this era
On my second passport with no deal, Iâm so real
I tell you hoes how a duffle bag of dough feel
And this year, I want a hundred grand a show
Yeah, Iâm about to call up Mitch, I see him and I let him know
That the show price rising, price rising
Shining so much that I ainât gotta buy diamonds
Brighty on my wrist and I ainât even fucking wind it
So I check my phone if you ask me what the time is
I been to Paris, been to London, been to Barcelona
I lost some family to guns, some to carcinoma
I lost some family to greed and ambition
And I lost a lot of money paying for my ex tuition
But the only thing she learned is I will not be burned
Went from telling her âI love youâ to âgive the homie a turnâ, right?
Iâm not concerned with your lists or your ratings
âCause rappers gotta die âfore you say that they the greatest
So we be getting high, lying low
What you consider living, we thinking is dying slow
You be chasing women I ainât even tryna know
Over vixens, over hoes, some bitches overexposed
Now Iâm sitting on a flight out, living in the night
And the minute that I land, Iâm hitting women in the Heights
For the right amount of money, homie, any wrong is right
And I ainât never ran away from a fight, hell no
Iâm from the murder capital of New York State
Where they donât murder for capital, they murder for play, right?
I ainât patient, I donât never stay and wait
And my guilt and loyalty, they got an expiration date, yeah.
Young and Latin, bringing the back of the map in
With a lot of my people up out of the evil
They riding around in the Aston with the cash all in the back end
With a bad chick with an accent and I been in the middle
Of getting and never again am I never gonâ have shit
No shame, no regret and Iâve never been living in debt
And Iâve never been given respect and Iâve never been willing to bend
Or bid to pretend to getting ahead and get into bed with them
In the hopes to getting the dough to give them my rent
I turn my drug dealer friends into art dealers
And Iâm the king, kiss the ring, you could start kneeling
And we be in the fucking city, cars squealing
Off in the convertible Beamers that got the hard ceiling
Yo, fuck a rubber, Iâmma feel her when I bang her out
Iâm saving money, Iâm investing in my back account
Iâm in Caracas in the Winter, I be tanning now
While all you bitches do is stand around
And I ainât never going broke, Iâm never going broke
Once my lady get that Birkin, she ainât never going coach
Fuck a yes man, all we ever say is no
Ainât no stopping us when everything a go, yeah.