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I was out here working hard....only option.
Was pushin shopping carts....it was awful.
Now I push to start....had to prosper.
The watch up on my wrist...git ya coughing.
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I'd wake up each and every morning.
Got tired of my days being so boring.
I gave it all up so they wouldn't ignore me.
The rest is history here's my life story.


I'd put the key in the ignition. Dat junk wouldn't budge. Had to get it out the mud, I was stuck, with no one, to help, don't get me wrong my parents let me stay with them til 25, now I pay for they house and mine, invested my lil money wasn't tryna git signed.
Crazy how much I done worked, just to make this hip hop work. Having to cut off Netflix and Hulu befoe my car note on the first.
At that point promised myself I won't let it get much worse. Put in overtime just so I could keep recording lines.
When finances in a bind it's hard to find someone to help ya grind.
Them Valentines I told my Girl I'd make it up give her the World.
For all the nickelin and dimin, turned that into pearls and diamonds.
Had that Geo Prizm high mileage.....chasin treasure like pirates....til ya tracks are on firin....then errone admire ya.....my only intention's inspirin em.
Cuz I never had role models....that were out here straight stylin....so I mixed what I was taught....with the lifestyle that I want.

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College classrooms writing these business plans, looking back I always been a business man.
Go home after a full day staring up at the ceiling fan, peeling through imaginary bills in a rubber band.
Was tired of pbj sandwiches on the bunny bread, and scraping up loose change to buy my girl gummy bears.
That's the reason I do this, so my funds are sufficient. No mo broke bros workin 6 until 6.
Just for overtime to cover ya necessities. Made it out the streets of sesame God been blessing me.
First he gave me the drive, then he gave me the why, so mom and dad can travel wherever they like.
Next came the homie put me on to the music, followed by my entrepreneurship degree had to fuse em.
My cousin who told me boy you don't need a label. Forget a percentage keep all the chips on the table.

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