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Make my own money f*ck your help I get my own money I'm a rare type counting hustle out my zone money Search for Mrs right need that Google Chrome money Got be careful with these bitches swear they always on something Keep my mask on boy these niggas sick they pass on Tryna Latch on I see through the lies I catch on Shit it's back on heard they thought I died they facts wrong I had some shit to handle I'm authentic while they pressed on Bitch don't act sadidy like I ain't have you on video Turn up for my niggas getting visits on the video Yea I know I'm fly don't got to tell me I'm that guy Don't compare me to that dude I'm gone win I never tie No that's not one of my guys infatuation at high It get slippery then we slide it ain't good to play both sides Stay on point when I'm outside cause niggas broke but full of pride Shit my momma cried enough I made a promise I'd survive I'm so full of rage it's hard to let it go Tried to keep caged want me lose my soul Friends Turn to foes bros Turn to hoes Hard to tell the difference who gone hold or fold Nigga f*ck your help I don't ask my niggas know wassup shootout to rell You ain't send shit cause I never asked you you weak as hell You know ain't no coming back from that excuses fail Guess you know me well Make my own money f*ck your help I get my own money I'm a rare type counting hustle out my zone money Search for Mrs right need that Google Chrome money Got be careful with these bitches swear they always on something Keep my mask on boy these niggas sick they pass on Tryna Latch on I see through the lies I catch on Shit it's back on heard they thought I died they facts wrong I had some shit to handle I'm authentic while they pressed on Roll with the punches like it's nothing I'm gone swing back ain't no ducking ain't no running Life be on some shit seem like it's always something Is what it is won't fall like summer No bullshit Bomb on these niggas I ain't trying bond with em We ain't got nothing in common I can't get along with em Keep on faking it get real how you say it's hard for you Rest in peace my nigga quil some ain't even ride for you I'm so sick of niggas who to trust I'm tired of guessing Wish I would've listened that shit had my momma stressing I then seen alot sell they soul for ready rocks Screaming free the man how you leave em down and out Niggas playing sure they want to ride when you fly Quick to takeoff when you land I don't understand showing all this love when you die Quick to take you off when they can Damn Make my own money f*ck your help I get my own money I'm a rare type counting hustle out my zone money Search for Mrs right need that Google Chrome money Got be careful with these bitches swear they always on something Keep my mask on boy these niggas sick they pass on Tryna Latch on I see through the lies I catch on Shit it's back on heard they thought I died they facts wrong I had some shit to handle I'm authentic while they pressed on