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    Oh man, what's wrong with these niggas man?
    Motherfuckers thought they was gonna
    They thought they was gonna count me out man?
    Like I ain't a part of this shit
    Like I ain't go hard for this shit
    Like I ain't the God of this shit
    Yeah, I said it
    It's MA
    I know these niggas hating, but I inspire these niggas on the low man
    I believe that shit
    I inspire you niggas

    Surprise motherfuckers
    Open your eyes motherfuckers
    M.A where you been?
    It's about time motherfucker
    I just been on my grind like a motherfucker
    I apologize
    Now I'm back on these beats doing homicides

    I was chasing money tryna make my commas rise
    And I had to put that joy back in my momma's eyes
    Devil tried to bring me down, but I don't run, I rise
    I bet if they was in my shoes they'll probably run and hide
    They don't really want the truth they rather run with lies
    You damn right I'm touching money, and I'm touching lives
    I got the crown too
    I'm a queen, I'm who they bow to

    If they wanna bring the beef, I bring the cow too
    It's Brooklyn, I run the town too
    They hold me down, I hold them down too
    A new year, so It's round two
    I can't believe they tried to say I had a ghost writer
    That's like saying you drove a whip without no tires
    That's like saying you had it lit without no fire
    Moral of the story is they all liars

    Funny guys, bummy guys
    I know Flex 'gon spin this about 20 times
    I'm up now with my watch on sunny side
    Now all I see is carrots like a bunny's eyes
    I'm in that Audi real low like a druggies eyes
    I'm still dwelling on the fact that I'm countrywide
    Shout out to my VA niggas them my country guys
    9 years, I was raised on the countryside

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    Now I'm 25 getting checks
    Doing more, saying less
    Working more, playing less
    Giving more, taking less
    I just wish niggas was focused more, hatin' less
    On the grind, waitin' less
    Being real, fakin' less

    You don't sound believable they won't believe in you
    That's why I really speak about what I really do
    Yeah I'm hot but I keep it cool, humble shit
    And I keep gorillas with me on some jungle shit
    I carry Brooklyn on my shoulders on some duffel shit
    This New York, we ain't supposed to do that mumble shit

    We don't run we run shit
    On some son you shit
    MA coming for they heads on some frontal shit
    I'm back focused, money ain't folding
    Yeah, I took a break, but I ain't broken
    They say: I'm changing
    I say: I'm growing
    And I say: They all full of shit like a colon

    They talk about me like they past perfect
    Like they present pretty, like they future flawless
    Like this world ain't got drug addicts and alcoholics
    Rapists, robbers, dealers, murder, extortion
    Like me being gay is so fucking important
    We all sinnin' nigga, I don't give a fuck what you call it
    The only man that can judge me is the man above
    Too much hate y'all need to open up a can of love

    Why you mad man? Somebody give that man a hug
    Saying I'm a thief somebody must've hand them drugs
    They thought ouu was the only thing I had for 'em
    They thought I ain't have something in the stash for 'em
    I see a crown damn right I'ma grab for it
    Where I'm from, we just take it we don't ask for it

    On my way to success I got a map for it
    And for my dreams, yup, I'm still running laps for it
    You can see it in my eyes, it's still hunger there
    I'm still looking to the sky 'cause my brother there
    Went from stashing OZ 'S in my underwear
    To 2016 being my fucking year

    Now I'm back here another year
    And I see more haters, but you looking in your account and it's nothing there
    Don't get mad, get money, get on your grizzy
    I don't respond to you niggas because I'm busy
    My eyes low because I'm tipsy sipping that Don Pizzy
    Had to chill on that Henny for my liver and kidneys

    Hair still frizzy
    Loud still pissy
    How much we get for a show? Between 40 and 60
    Independent at my own label
    At my own table and I'm so grateful
    What don't break you make you
    So to them motherfuckers throwing stones, thank you

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