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Real shit I said, the name of the game, 'get the change, fuck the fame' If it ain't about money, I ain't fuckin' with you, gang When I was stuck up in the chains, niggas ain't give me a holler Bail, 95 hundred, niggas ain't give me a dollar That's the number one problem, no respect, no loyalty Business over bitches, that's number one and most importantly The day I fell, I knew you wouldn't be the ones supporting me I'm calling phones and you hitting buttons avoiding me I was in myself, boiling Now when I touch down, I'ma kill something That's when I caught myself, like, "Nigga, get a deal or something Eat a meal or something" Getting rich and make them sick The main ones I thought was real, they was fake as shit Talking 'bout they never changed I needed help, they never came Same time you makin' money off my name Know what's fucked up in the game, guess God just had to show me Who to keep close to me and on the real, you niggas owe me Shut my mind up when they told me Man, them niggas ain't gone ride When you down doing your time, they out here acting like you died So I'm laughing with a smile, I'm in the game switching lanes And I ain't dissing all you niggas, no, I'm just spitting pain This is real shit, growing like the blood that's in my veins Homie feel this, 'cause it could happen to you, both the same I'm the only boy to blame, 'cause I was down for you niggas I would ride, I would die, bust my pound, for you niggas Like I was on quarantine, living like a poor fiend Niggas taking meds to kill a pain like it's morphine Yeah, go ahead, sleep on me, you boys dream And I be at it chasing cabbage, serving moral cream I had to separate myself from these lames Had to realize that me and niggas ain't the same Can't complain, I kept it a hundred, sunny or rain Through the fame or the pain reg Real shit I said the name of the game, 'get the change, fuck the fame' If it ain't about the money, I ain't fuckin' with you, gang When I was stuck up in the chains, niggas ain't give me a holler Bail 95 hundred, niggas ain't give me a dollar That's the number one problem, no respect, no loyalty Business over bitches, that's number one and most importantly The day I fell, I knew you wouldn't be the ones supporting me I'm calling phones and you hitting buttons avoiding me I was in myself, boiling Now when I touch down, I'ma kill something That's when I caught myself, like, "Nigga, get a deal or something Eat a meal or something" Getting rich and make them sick The main ones I thought was real, was fake as shit Talking 'bout they never changed I needed help, they never came Same time you makin' money off my name Know what's fucked up in the game? Guess God just had to show me Who to keep close to me and on the real, you niggas owe me Shut my mind up when they told me Man, them niggas ain't gone ride When you down doing your time, they out here acting like you died So I'm laughing with a smile, I'm in the game switching lanes And I ain't dissing all you niggas, no, I'm just spitting pain This is real shit Growing like the blood that's in my veins Homie feel this, 'cause it could happen to you both the same I'm the only boy to blame, 'cause I was down for you niggas I would ride, I would die, bust my pound, for you niggas Like I was on quarantine, living like a poor fiend Niggas taking meds to kill a pain like it's morphine Yeah, go ahead and sleep on me, you boys dream And I be at it chasing cabbage, serving moral cream I had to separate myself from these lames Had to realize that me and niggas ain't the same Can't complain, I kept it a hundred, sunny or rain Through the fame or the pain regardless, I will remain the same You know what? This is a celebration I'ma give you a pass on the freestyle We not gon' do that I wanna freestyle though You sure What you got, you can't find a beat right now? Not right this minute Just give me something real, I-
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