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Ayy, pass me that lighter lil' bruh
Yeah, yeah
Come in the game and I'm fuckin' it up
Come in and I'm leavin' with something

Yeah, on my way to a million
Yeah, on my way to the hills
Poppin' it now, come from that bottom
Didn't have nothing, me and my family, we really was stragglin

Hard times, I swear that's what made me
Used to be walkin', ain't have no ride
Used to be walkin', I was down on my ass
What do you mean I needed a bag

What do you mean I needed some cash
What do you mean I ain't have nowhere to go
I was so damn poor, that shit was ugly
Girl trippin', I don't know what to do

Bills due, I'm so lost with no clue
Somehow I got a man up
Somehow I need to work my muscle
Nine to five, ain't payin' my needs

On my knees askin' God, please
Dark room, I'm singin' my songs
Hard times, I'm all alone
Girl, man, can you pick up that phone

Like, no, you ain't pick up that phone
Long journey, can you ride alone
Long journey, I just need to go home
Mama, I'm sorry, I gotta get rich

Hard times, I'm turnin' to this
Get a million, I'ma blow it quick
For the labor, they better pay me quick
For the meter, it don't mean shit

When you down and wet, you can't pop it and shit
F*ck the world, I don't owe him shit
For the people, can you get off my dick
If rapping don't work, I'ma fail my mission

If rapping don't work, and then I'm back to the basics
Tryna come up, this life is hard
Tryna turn nothin' into somethin', I know it sound crazy
Somehow I would make it, somehow I would shine

Somehow I would turn zero to a million
Somehow I would shock the world
Show everybody I'm him , in real life
No fakin' for real, no fakin' my life, I can't lie about it

No fakin' my past, I speak about it
No fakin' my love, f*ck, can't she know that I need it
Sometimes it get hard, I don't hurt
I'm sorry, my boo, I love you

I'm sorry on your knees, I'll tip to him
Can't lie, hurt me when you be actin' your ways
Can't lie, I be prayin' for better
Prayin' for better between me and you

You my boo forever, you know that I got you
You my boo forever, you know I stamp you
You give me a ticket, I spit it out with you
Spin it back so fast, I get it right back

Sports car, I'm doin' a dash
Room, I swear, I'm hittin' the gas
So fast, I'm showin' my ass
So fast, I'm gettin' this cash

So fast, I need to slow down
The past, I didn't have shit
My mama was strugglin' and shit
What I'ma do, I'ma try to get rich

What I'ma do, I'ma bust my ass
What you gon' do, you gon' sit on your ass
Hand out, you lookin' for some help
I'm a man, gotta figure it out

I'm that nigga, I'ma change your life
Show you how to grind, show you how to get it
It don't matter where you come from, you can get rich and shit
Pop it, yeah

Get rich and shit, yeah
Pop it, yeah
Qualo, haha
See, I'm on some get rich shit

You know what I'm sayin'
Give a f*ck about no meter, no internet
None of that shit
That shit don't mean nothin' when you, you know

When you get off that shit
You know what I'm sayin'
You know, you know, continue to rise to the occasion
Continue to go hard

You know what I'm sayin'
Might get a million off this shit, who knows
Talk to him

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