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Yeah
100 miles an hour to the money, man
Apollo Brown, shit
Yeah
Dequinda Park
East side
I'm always getting to the money
Yeah
So many poor nights I had to grind
I remember it like yesterday
Employed by the streets with some bullets
Or be your severance pay
The 6 man from 6 mile
Didn't rest on the 7th day
God in the flesh, truly blessed
I found the better way
Out the mud with an ounce of drugs
Posted up on Gallagher
Street amateur
First weapon a .22 caliber
On the road to riches
My ambition is my passenger
Rappers rap about keys
In real life they really janitors
The irony
I'm cut from a cloth
They just iron-ons
Had the white girl popping in clubs
No Miley Cyrus songs
I used to be scared whenever police throw they sirens on
Now I'm legal with lawyer money
Just hand me my ticket
I'm from an era of hip hop
Where you had to actually live it
Trapped in the trenches
The hustle is attached to my spirit
This longevity
Most of these guys are flash in the skillet
I'm bout my chick and
Analytics with an immaculate business
I'm just weaving through the traffic
100 miles an hour running red lights
To get my bread right
I ain't never stopping
And it ain't an option
Always plotting some profits
I get it popping
I'm just weaving through the traffic
100 miles an hour
Running red lights
To get my bread right
I ain't never stopping
And it ain't an option
Always plotting some profits
I get it popping
Street economics
Study numbers
Do my due diligence
Move militant
My hand weapon
I stay concealing it
School of hard knocks
They venomous
Where the villains live
Kids killing kids
They're trying to prove who the realest is
I'm from the hood
But negotiate like I'm up on Wall Street
I'm locked in like my daughter's car seat
So we all eat
Spread the wealth
My knowledge is dollars
And I need a check
I'm plugged in
I bring connects
They salty
I'm a seasoned threat
I came from nothing
How you mad at me?
I don't understand
A humble man that perfected his craft
And I love my fans
Ask around
I did a lot
And I never told a soul
A five star general
That's cool
Playing in a soldier's role
I'm a businessman
I pay my taxes and a payroll
An anonymous millionaire
I don't care if my name known
I'm after dollars, euros, pounds, yens, and the bitcoins
Been hustling my whole life
Most fell off, but I'm still going
I'm just weaving through the traffic
Hundred miles an hour
Running red lights to get my bread right
I ain't never stopping
And it ain't an option
Always plotting some profits
I get it popping
I'm just weaving through the traffic
Hundred miles an hour
Running red lights to get my bread right
I ain't never stopping
And it ain't an option
Always plotting some profits
I get it popping
Yeah this is when I put the Benz in sport mode
And get to the money, man
Yeah
A millionaire sooner or later, right?