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You gotta learn to use your money, it’ll keep you out of certain situations (Oh)
I’ma make it clear as I can for you young niggas, you hear me? (Oh, yeah yeah)
Biggest (Maybach Music)

Problem was I never was a prodigy
Possibly, my biggest flaw is lack of modesty
Diabolical means never knew college degrees
Sippin’ coffee at a cafe on college, capisce?
Niggas soul being sold and still own a leash
[?] boy, he ain’t [?]
I was really throwin’ money I really saw Meech
And I let them rappin’ niggas get closer to Meek
It ain’t bottle [?] the most but let’s make a toast
‘Cause a lot of niggas told and kept it on the low (Oh yeah)
I was self made, nigga, never won a vote (Oh yeah)
And before a record label, shit, I wanted coke
I’m talkin’ L.A. Reid the biggest babyface
This for my niggas in the prisons sippin’ Gatorade
All these hitters takin’ pictures for they babies maid
Her baby mama’s in the projects tryna make a [wage?] (Oh)
Niggas lookin’ funny when you get the hunnids (Oh yeah)
I got a school of [‘?], daddy get ’em punished (Oh yeah)
Because I’m on the streets they consider me cunning (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Hit your bitches in a Tesla at the push of a button (Oh)
If she got up in the coupe then she gotta be fuckin’
Fifty restaurants but a lot of me hungry (M—M—)
These niggas wanna gossip I just want the dollars
All black Phantoms going south from Collins (Oh yeah)
Villains know we killin’ so that ain’t a problem (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
I’m gonna stack my money be a better father
You could pay me down but I got it regardless
J’s that I’m rockin’ they gotta be goggles (Oh)
When we plot to kill ’em we send a few a bottle (Oh)
Set ’em up like 2Pac, get ’em to rob ’em? (Oh)
I always loved BIG, shit, I did it big
I released [?]
Double M the kids now we back to biz’
Thirty six a brick, baby, here it is
My niggas in designer but we militant (Oh yeah)
I got the city on my back and that’s just what it is

Two twenty on the dash still can’t stop us
I just got back to my girl to the Opera
‘Cause [?] he went and bought a chopper
As if it couldn’t get worse we lost Kobe in a ‘copter
Three months later niggas forget all about you
Always doubt you now they can’t live without you
Did you cry for the men or did you cry for the fame?
Did you pour out for the pain?

I’ve been around this world so many times I
Just love and loyalty by any means
I’ve been around this world so many times I
I know to never pray amongst your enemies
I’ve been around the world too many times now
That new shit just feelin’ old to me
And trustin’ new niggas been old to me for so long
When the real niggas coming home? (M—M—)
Home (It’s been a mean world without you)
Yeah, shouldn’t I, baby, shouldn’t I?
When the real niggas coming home?
Home (It’s been a mean world without you)
Yeah, shouldn’t I, baby, shouldn’t I?
(Maybach Music)

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