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Yup Finally Famous in this, yup That's over everything G.O.O.D. Key Wane From the West but I'm heading to the Northside (Northside) That's the top, I need a crib on the shoreside (shoreside) I need a backyard full court size From where the judge is the only thing that's courtside Chasing money in the city of crime Cashback so then it's black bags under my eyes Man fuck it, I got a dream worth more than my sleep To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats Man, fuck these hating ass bitches I'm gone They told me no then I reverse it, I'm on, I'm on! I'm on, I'm on, they told me no then I reverse it, I'm on Mama had two jobs I know that she was working for me Ten years later, hired to working for me Hired the whole family like mobsters Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city Man going around, around the world so many times I'm dizzy London or Japan, Orlando, Walt Disney Paris, Abu Dhabi, California weed twistin' man! Texas to Toronto where they love that nigga Drizzy All the way to Detroit, the whole city fucking with me (fucking with me) Heading to the money, whole city coming with me (yeah) And I'ma rep the city 'til the reaper come and get me yup! And this is how life should go (go) Everything I wanted never seem so close Good people, good drinks good smoke Got me thinking this is how life should go, yup This is how life should go (go) Everything I wanted never seem so close Family all around, all highs no lows Got me thinking this is how life should go (Double MG) Sitting back, putting all my issues in a swisher I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches And this ain't biblical but this sermon is spiritual 'Cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few The upper percentile, whipping whatever I, 460LS you I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle Know that it's God working Police got the swine flu and these niggas is reptiles Yeah, Maybach poetic genius You buying a seven jeans, keep mine in a 7-Bimmer I'm trampolining on niggas and I actually mean it A fly nigga, I keep having a gravity grievance And these niggas keep hating, they be asking for features That's like a complacent atheist is asking for Jesus, ah Riding around without a fuck given Behind them dirty plates like a catcher with a mitten The best in my position, I'm passionate with lyrics And they ain't fucking with the kid like Chris Hansen in the kitchen I'm handsome to these women, I'm envied by these no ones That's no Joakim Noah, nigga everybody know us And even if you don't drink everybody po' up 'Cause all these hating niggas probably never gon' show up Never hate on no one, your blessing's getting closer Even when I'm open, it's nothing to Ed Cota wassup (Ed Cota wassup) And this is how life should go (go) Everything I wanted never seem so close Good people, good drinks, good smoke Got me thinking this is how life should go, yup This is how life should go Everything I wanted never seem so close Family all around, all highs no lows Got me thinking this is how life should go
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