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Yeah, I’m Donald Trump And while they’re still on that apprentice shit You the type to wife a hoe and buy expensive shit We just rap to risk it all, you know just spend them chips I know the people call it rap, I call it ventin’ bitch And they don’t flow like this Rap time the pussy so riteous Fuck, come around we don’t go bout em When they toss question marks, we stay so silent They try to kill your dreams and put them in a grave That’s why I cut my grass low, cause I ain't fucking with these snakes They say money come and go but my niggas don't I know, I know They say bitches come and go but my niggas don't I know, I know They say I bet your gon’ change when that paper grow I won’t, I won’t I’m on the way, for my way tell somebody else I’m gone, I’m gone Young with a dream Dollar bills we don’t really have that Momma work two jobs, late night shifts Great nights, man we ain't really have that Yea, that’s life though Letras de cancionesCon man came in, turned the lights off I was in the dark, I was plottin’ I was thinking about my momma trying to take out these rhymes, I Seen them highs and lows Had to hustle, boy I brew or broke Pops wasn’t there, had to play that role Was a young nigga thought I had to brew that dope, yeah But now I’m grown and shit don’t make no sense She says she love me but I know she just a Mayo fan They say money come and go but my niggas don't I know, I know They say bitches come and go but my niggas don't I know, I know, I know They say I bet your gon’ change when that paper grow I won’t, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t I’m on the way, for my way tell somebody else I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone From Letras Mania