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  1. Yeah (yeah, yeah)
    On and off the plane, in and out of state
    Running off the road, every day's a paper chase
    Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain
    Still I maintain
    The top can get so lonely
    The top can get so lonely
    But it's better than the bottom
    You told me to get 'em, I got 'em
    Don't worry, I got 'em
    Two hours of sleep before this six-hour journey
    Said a prayer for my pops, I hope the man up top heard me
    Went from coke in my derby to a little under thirty
    Mil' after taxes, I'm liquid, you're still thirsty
    Crabs in a bucket, my bag is the toughest
    Everything original except the stash in my Cutlass
    Old school cars just a way to wash money
    Trust, somethin' most friends lost from me
    They stab you in the back and then they ask for a favor
    Thirty-one flavors in that new food saver
    Fuck a shark in the water, I move like a killer whale
    You ever had a quarter ticket lost in the mail?
    Billion dollar plays but the streets still call me
    How you stay low-key? Spotlight like Gotti
    I bought a crib for the work that got me into real estate
    I'm smoking 'til my lungs hurt, I'm trying not to feel the pain
    A underground legend, you can have the fifteen
    Rappers running out of cake, I have waited sixteen
    That means the dubs smell funny, there's mold from the holes dug
    Fuck a plaque, all I wanted was a whole one
    Me and Coz' run circles 'round cats
    I changed the game three times, I brought that purple shit back
    I'ma need my own hologram
    I'm tryna live forever, not be a moment in underground
    Yay area, this one's for the city
    From the score to BK, young king stay busy
    Fuck a brown bag, it feel good to have a black card
    I'm sick of digging holes in my backyard
    On and off the plane, in and out of state
    Running off the road, every day's a paper chase
    Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain
    Still I maintain
    The top can get so lonely
    The top can get so lonely
    But it's better than the bottom
    You told me to get 'em, I got 'em
    Don't worry, I got 'em
    Six grand joint got my vision all blurry
    This one's for the two-faced snakes that are thirsty
    They look me in my eyes, then turn around and burn me
    Money ain't shit when you're living in a hurry (in a rush)
    Welcome to the rat race, king of the flat rate
    The overnight blaze probably paid for the Batcave
    I lost a hundred grand, didn't care, yeah, I'm that paid
    To get a little clout when they come around and act strange
    We touched mil's and forgot how the love feel (how it feel)
    You try to wife her up, I made that bitch a drug mule
    I pump fuel, real gasoline (yeah)
    Dropped a hundred off, and kept the overs, 'bout a half a P
    I'm glad to be, sitting where I'm sitting
    Cats on my dick, but they all act vision
    I bounce back like I'm fresh out of prison
    Another mil' cash, I'm in my backyard digging
    On and off the plane, in and out of state
    Running off the road, every day's a paper chase
    Life can get so wild when you're walking through the rain
    Still I maintain
    The top can get so lonely
    The top can get so lonely
    But it's better than the bottom
    You told me to get 'em, I got 'em
    Don't worry, I got 'em (yeah)
    And this one's for the suckers
    You know we hold on to grudges
    I'm balling, balling and you way over budget, Bern
    Right when you think I forgot
    That's why I was sitting back
    Ready to plot, your boy got shot

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