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How you feel when I tell you that you aint shitAround my neck is a chain that you cant getAnd on my team I got some bitches that you cant hitYou can fight til its over but you cant quitHad 20K I tried to do some good with itInstead I copped work and went straight to the hood with itHad to learn a lesson I think I deserve a blessingGot a pocket full of salad Had to curve the dressingPeople tryna end me with a headshotNo ciroc but all a nigga see is red dotsParanoid so Im quick to let that lead popNo joke youll die funny like redd FoxxRip to the ogLiving with no fear at all thats the old meMost of yall the same New slavesNo apologies no I wont behaveThey musta forgotSo you gotta show em againSo you gotta show em againLet em know that you born to winThey musta forgot Baby you got what you need to be on fireSo you gotta show em againSo you gotta show em againLet em know that you born to winCall me Han cause I make my money soloCall me 3 16 cause Im stone coldCall me John Cena you cant see meCause Im beating up on money more than breezayNow Im countin all the bills in my condoThen Im Meetin up with drake in TorontoHaters try to Cut my head sleep hollowCause Im stealin all the money I dont borrowIn the bank likeRun it backrun it backIn the studio likeRun it backRun it backin your girls apartment likeRun it backRun it backI aint playin football so you wont get a quarterbackThey musta forgotSo you gotta show em againSo you gotta show em againLet em know that you born to winThey musta forgot Baby you got what you need to be on fireSo you gotta show em againSo you gotta show em againLet em know that you born to win
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