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[Intro] If Michael Jackson was alive right now He would want us to smoke one for him Double M, Self Made 3, let’s go [Interlude: Wale] Folarin in this ma’fucka I’m just talking to you ma’fuckas If I don’t make you niggas proud …never be alive [Verse 1: Wale] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Uh, I did it for my family, I’mma take my mama to the Grammy’s And shoutout everybody that ever said that I can’t be And show her everything she taught done came in handy Yeah, everything… Hurricane flow, dropped my album it was Sandy On another level so they couldn’t understand me I guess I gotta take what I want like Meyer Lansky …put your feet up and sit back Barely went gold but I got money just like I went plat You get that? Look like I went diamond where my wrist at I eat a nigga’s first four bars without a Kit Kat, pause Let me get that, oh, how you get that far Letras de cancionesCause when I ran out of gas I had to push that car And when I ran out of cash I had to push that hard Like Chris Paul when he push that ball, you dig? I ain’t even used to look that far, you dig? I learned to hustle when I took that loss, I did 18 when I took that charge Time to retire old niggas like they did… New flows and new hoes Now I’m switching Ferrari’s just like I do clothes I run a business my nigga, I don’t just do shows I don’t just rhyme nigga, all I know is grind nigga [Verse 3: Rockie Fresh] I’m looking at the plan like this shit might work But if it don’t work then this shit might hurt We made first and goal now we gotta convert Gotta get a couple mill and go for dessert I’m tryna break the bank, I ain’t breaking the news That negative attention be the reason we lose Instead of paying bills niggas wanna buy shoes If it’s money over bitches, is it that hard to choose? Get these fuck niggas some fame 9 times out of 10 they wouldn’t even sustain You can tear they ass apart and let the pussy remain Until the industry fuck ‘em and then they know… I always been me, I was never ashamed I understand that no man’s path is the same And when you not lying… If you ever tell the truth then you… Nigga don’t be a statistic How your main bitch sending me pictures? Feeling futuristic might buy me a Fisker Or a time machine to make the process quicker I ain’t with the waiting but I stay patient I take work trips, I don’t take vacations I’m headed to the top where I stay stationed Yeah nigga, I stay stationed And I ain’t with the drama, don’t look back for that The flow got more crack than the trap you at I’m done with bitter bitches, it’s wrap for that If your a angry bird, it’s an app for that I waited for a minute for this plan to hatch And now I’m back with a brand new batch Yeah, and it feel good when it go like that I spend quick and make the dough right back [Verse 4: J. Cole] This verse never before rehearsed, it was wrote on site This little nigga… Took a whole lot of punches like the Cotto fight Cole world… I put your soul on nice Illiterate, the boy don’t write Never met a beat the flow don’t like, it’s cold Young CEO, Elli called me Ne-Yo And If I ain’t the one on the prototype Insane how I rhyme All I do is brainstorm then I rain down lines Shame y’all lying, me I’m the truth Dog eat dog world nigga we on the loose Niggas don’t wanna hang, I’m the tree, I’m the noose You lil pups couldn’t pee on my roots Touch the beat, oh, I could be a masseuse Thoughts black, I should be in The Roots From Letras Mania