And it's you, can't even front i press ignore
So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four
So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go
And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be
And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual
Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.
And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit
It's only one round, two or three i don't need it
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
It ain't personalstrictly business, baby
It’s whatever, you shine, i shine
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