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Hop on the track and I do what I want with it I heard your shit I ain't bumping it I just been hustling, flip it and double it You had a bag but you fumbled it There they go flapping they tounge again Mad at me, I got 'em sick they can't stomach it I came out of Ossining, I got it popping; they fuck with me in different continents Who do you know - cold as me I just be low, smoke my weed Count up my green, so fresh so clean It's a M to the motherfucking a-l-z (ugh) These niggas ain't built like me (ugh) Gotta put 'em on chill I see (ugh) Gotta let my spirit free I'm a d-e-m-i-g-o-d I gotta get it in motion I'm showing devotion 'cuz I need a crib by the ocean These people don't live how they posting Thеy life is a lie and I know it, my eyеs have been open I do not worship no glitter and gold I gotta vibe with the soul (with the soul) I rather be in a lane of my ownn they really be lame and I know Don't hate the player, don't hate the game Don't hate at all, that ain't the way I tell a bitch get the fuck out my face Your welcome has been overstayed I'm feeling anxious but I gotta show patience Positive my affirmations Keeping it sacred in this matrix I been aligned with my synchronizations How many times I gotta tell you (ugh) How many times I gotta say it (ugh) How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh) How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh) How many times do I gotta do it (ugh) How many times do I gotta prove it (ugh) How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh) How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh) How many times do I gotta show you How many times I was riding for you How many times did you tell me thank you So many times you been so ungrateful Why they always looking for an angle Never keep it straight, why it's always tangled Ain't no stranger when it come to danger I ain't worried 'bout it bitch, you know I'm sanctioned (okay) Thought I done told you this before, baby I'm way too cold I done got tired of chasing these hoes, nigga that shit get old I don't care what you do with her bro, that ain't my bitch no more Put the tint on the whip, I don't ride fish bowl Baby I gotta get low (I gotta get low) Staying away from the fake and the fraudulent Give me your word, better honor it If it ain't about money then why is you calling me C43 I just ordered it Fuck a lil' bit I need all of it, problems I'm solving it Hang that shit up like an ornament You gon' need an army and maybe the parliament I'm not the one to be starting with Give it and go, pick it and roll Taking this shit to the hole We used to trap by the store, quarter, half and them O's Man the hustle is all that I know (ugh) Give it and go, pick it and roll Taking this shit to the hole We used to trap by the store, quarter, half and them O's Man the hustle is all that I know How many times I gotta tell you (ugh) How many times I gotta say it (ugh) How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh) How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh) How many times do I gotta do it (ugh) How many times do I gotta prove it (ugh) How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh) How many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)