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    You like that don’t ya. i wrote it myself by the way
    And i don’t mean to be selfish
    But i picture myself gettin’ paid
    And you might get pneumonia
    I'm colder than an elf on a sleigh
    Uh, me and pusha back on it
    Now everybody help us pray.

    Lord forgive my sins and all my friends
    Dollars make sense, i’m tryna get paid

    Tryna get saved (too late)
    Time to get paid
    Got a gun and a stocking mask
    Niggas thought i was tryna get waves
    I’mma let all ya’ll niggas pray for it
    My young niggas knocking off a k for it
    Sold my soul on the back end
    Only fucking way i’mma pay for it
    Front that shit, you put a flame on
    My niggas locked in a cage for
    They keep telling me to go hard
    Number one spot you was made for
    Yeah, i made more
    Front of the grill, got a racehorse
    California crayola ring
    Glow in the dark like a ‘ye tour
    Fuck niggas steppin’ in my lane for
    Not knowing that it’s a landmine
    Soon as a nigga feel a cool breeze
    Throw the top up like a gang sign
    Red or blue, crip or blood
    Solitaires, diamond studs like chandeliers i’ma flood
    Black jesus piece like it’s dipped in mud
    Fashion god’s, notice mine
    Rollarball spikes i’m pokemon
    Paris shit, louboutin
    Under bright lights where do you belong

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    Please lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
    Niggas killin’ niggas, starving acres they can’t find no yay
    See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
    So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
    Amen

    Amen, how many people do you know hatin’?
    On your downfall sitting their waitin’
    When you shine, wonder what they gonna say then
    Everything i do now stadium’s
    Tell me what they really gon’ say to him
    And i’m headed straight to the atm
    Finna go ham, finna go in
    Nigga you get it when pigs fly, when yeezy fake
    Devil’s pie, piece of cake
    Kit-kat i need a break
    God’s child, jesus christ
    Club like a broken neck, i need the ice
    I need the lights
    In egypt they fightin’ for freedom
    Cop pull you over no reason, beat him

    Please lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
    Niggas killin’ niggas, starving acres they can’t find no yay
    See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
    So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
    Amen

    I got them units packed in that black van like the a-team
    Even seen ‘em come two tone like a saleen (saleen)
    Saleen, yeah that’s a mustang
    Break ‘em down in the night, that's what i call hustlin’
    They say they on they dumb shit, but this is ignorance
    Come to warn the timepiece, now that's ignorance
    Young, you a fool, i coulda bought some real estate
    Instead i bought a half a block, i tried to sew up half the streets
    I’m on, 75-75, going for the 25
    Guess who’s pickin’ up a trey
    Just an ordinary day with extraodinary pay
    Extraordinary risk
    Can’t even explain, got an extraordinary wrist
    I talk it cause i lived it man, this shit ain't really nuttin’ to me
    Tell ya like sosa told tony: “don't you fuck with me”

    Please lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
    Niggas killin’ niggas, starving acres they can’t find no yay
    See they flossin’, roll around and their bills they cannot pay
    So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
    Amen

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    Composición: Pusha T, Kanye West, Red Shawty y Young Jeezy

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