Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out
Everything especially the people have changed around
Cash rules the kids that can't hold their name
I like my hoodies fucked with lame
The fire rages strong, the fire causes everything around me to flinch
Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch
With my name on em: that’s a damn shame
New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,
No rules to cage me up with my four-leaved clover
Little scrapes, little dents - i got over
The world's too much for the soul to enjoy
Your bitch wanted cash, get her, know i'm around boy
Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her
Cash rules everything, even rules the future
And put together a million march for some gangsta shit
Tell me, would you brag about the cash, you've never had it,
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