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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Classic shit, nigga This shit sound like Like gold rose to the fuckin' top ’Cause niggas came from the bottom Yeah, yeah Yeah, look, soul This sound like gold business, nah This sound like build me empires my kids'll later retire off of my old business This sound like Hov business REASON here like excuses, look, I'm nuisance They can’t keep up with my own [?] Ain't no reason to doubt REASON, the shit ain't got no reasonable doubt in it Thе era of clout finished We tirеd of house niggas, we straight off the couch couches It's change comin', rain comin', take out your ponchos, the drought finished Look, I can kick the raps and push the tracks and take the feeling, bring it back like refunds Don't need the gas, C-CON We buzzin' now, infinity and beyond Y’all don’t kick the shit y'all even be on You know the fake drugs and pushin’ tracks, tired of y'all pushin' that Niggas age infinity and beyond, that's all you got to speak on Y’all don't follow Elon? Y'all ain't pavin' roads for the future mini me's and mini you's to be on That ain't what me and P on, it's beyond Letras de cancionesWhy would I TikTok if the Rollie do? And why would I thank y'all? It's the Holy Ghost that put these quotes in me, soul in me I came up with power, I know 50, don't diss me You buildin' a casket, it's so risky Nigga, I can never stop, too many goals in me Why now when I'm drivin' it feel like the road's empty? It used to be crowded, I used to be doubted and now I get the most, "I knew you would make it", the frivolous statements Ain't no more space on my dick, the shit has been taken Ain't no more choppin' the bricks, my niggas done made it We had fear of police raids and now we at a time where niggas can police aid and still keep sellin' records I'm born in the wrong year, if you gave me all the pieces, I can put this shit together Nigga, shout out to my nieces when I'm rich, they get whatever Gotta know money don't make the man A walkin' hypocrite 'cause once I got paid, I became him to them bitches And never trick on 'em, we don't do the frivolous spendin' And if she ain't a church, why the fuck would she get some Christians? If there's me and perfection, the fuck you gon' tell the difference? It's God image, it's high livin', my mind gifted The time tickin', don't give a fuck about a hook, I'll rap until I'm finished, nigga I'm REAS' A world premiere A world premiere World premiere From Letras Mania