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(Yeah, 2000)

Uh, Death or prison they prediction
Pussy so good that she know a nigga miss it
Way the devil comin' for my soul, I'm repentin'
Way the devil coming for my soul, I'm repentin'
Yea, You wit' them or you wit' us
Feeling' like a virgin cause I never gave a f*ck
Way a nigga grindin' couple million on the cusp
Now I'm comin' up and she confessin' bout a crush
Yea, Dead pres in my pocket
See me wit' a bitch and she become a trendin' topic
I be out here ballin' like the losin' ain't a option
I be blowin' money like the money ain't a object
Yea, I used to stress my mama out
Day I quit trapping' niggas said it was a drought
We ain't really friends you just tryna get some clout
I was 16 gold grill in my mouth
Waitin' til you dead, til they show you some love
Pockets full of drugs that don't make me a thug
Goin' gainst the odds watch me even it up
I don't want the broad, cause she easy to f*ck
Yea, I know you wanna see me lose
Smile in my face, but I could never play the fool
Blood, sweat, and tears, I was ouchea, payin' dues
You would leave the table if the table turned on you

Death or prison they prediction, Way the devil comin for my soul I'm repentin'
Death or prison they prediction, I say the way the devil comin' for my soul

Uh, they don't wanna see you win, they rather box you in
They ain't puttin' in the work, but want the spot you in
I be breathin' in the kush likes it's oxygen
I just live it and I say it, I don't need a pen
Yea, I was all outta favors
Funny how the ones you show love turn to haters
I don't let it phase me, I just wanna see you make it
Claimin' you the king, but the throne looking' vacant
I was tired being broke, I had to take the risk
I can't say that nigga name, but he would front the brick
You don't buy that bitch a Birkin, she gone throw a fit
Used to say I wasn't shit, now you on my dick
Yea, cold world, but the heater close
Way I used to pop them Xans, I could've overdosed
I was livin' on the edge, it was the life I chose
And it's Money Pool records, but we need a boat
Wake up like I need it, I'm known' it wasn't easy
Get the money, repeat it
Go to war with the demons
If I hurt you, I'm sorry
Every drug , but the molly
Bout to cop the Ferrari, the feeling is outta body
I'm just comin' for that money, bitch I'm in and out
I was used to havin' nothin', now I'm well renowned
They was actin' like they loyal, til it go to trial
Niggas try to steal yo head when you wear the crown

Death or prison they prediction, Way the devil comin for my soul I'm repentin'
Death or prison they prediction, I say the way the devil comin' for my soul
I say the way the devil comin' for my soul
I say the way the devil comin' for my soul

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