Soulja Slim
Thirty6Kealo
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Life is good, I’m drinking smoothies, and thinking ways to invest Smoking good, I’m feeling good, I have no reason to stress Keep on working nigga you can make out of them jects I know, I made it out and graduated college Look how my mama smile, breaking generational curses now Suppose to died at 17, or be in a jail house But instead, I was too smart I found me a better route I was taught to listen close and know when to run my mouth Damn, look how life change yea I’m really livin Passive income came in that’s a good feelin All my bills paid, imma use this on the business Reinvest, see the vision and complete the mission I be chasing money imma let you chase them bitches I don’t pop pills or sip lean, I’m not with it But I pops bottles, get cream, and smoke spinach Percy Miller with this paper, there’s no limit Cash out if I want it with no hesitation Spring water for my beverage when I’m medicating Every day I gotta start off with some meditation Positive affirmations set up preparation You goin have to sacrifice to get the best of life I take a trip to Hawaii I call it paradise I be the one these niggas call when they need advice Before you shoot your goals down you better aim precise In 2015 I was really swipin damn Now I’m buying anything without the need to scam I’m with a dark skin broad and she look like pam I don’t really trust nobody, on my hip a blam I’ll rather see your mama cry before mines Stop cappin in your music, why you always lying? Always thought I would do it big like my name is Sean I can’t give her no dick if she ain’t a dime F*ck designer I’ll run it up in white tees I can’t let a hoe come between my slice cheese I hit it once and now she wanna give me house keys My Vans fear of god what you know about these I’m the type to play dumb and be steps ahead I can’t associate myself with you cuz you the feds Remember sleepin on the floor, I ain’t have a bed Patriot Hollow nights, I live through struggles you'll give up in, My mama made a soldier slim, I got more paper than your dad and I ain’t old as him He put bitches over paper nigga we can’t roll with him I done loss some friends behind this shxt cuz they had hoe in them Niggas done stood in my face and lied when I know it’s them That nigga use to be my brother now I can’t even f*ck with him Xans had em goin crazy that’s why i don’t f*ck with pills Ran my bands up, now I’m screaming a I finally made it here
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