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I laid cuts with Jay and rocked rhymes with Run
A couple mill in the back and I' ain't even done
i got platinum plaques, I write platinum tracks
I got it all from raps and that's the platinum facts...uhh
All that and there ain't nothing I fear yet
Sippin' champagne up in company leer jets
5 star meals, Caribean vactions
Everything's pluxh delux accommodations
nationwide the stations vibe
To the cat who covers tracks like the lace on thighs
My ace is high there ain't gonna be no guessin'
And I'm the illest mother fker on the block no question
I ain't destined I don't fk with fate
Self made millionaire while your bussin' plates
You see I've already done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a fk about you
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Detroit to Texas, Texas to LA
Who brings it to you, who ooh ooh ooh, who's your Uncle?
Brooklyn to the bayou, across the southern plains
Who brigns it to you, who ooh ooh ooh, who's your Uncle?
I shot dice with the devil on many occasion
Drank shots with God in an old gas station
A couple accountants that count my statements
Cribs all paid for, no car payments
Rocked in basements for gas and beer
And now I get all that and big loot to appear
I couldn't steer so I got me a chauffeur
Hired a chef cuz I was tired of stouffers
I got over and people showed envy
Cuz I couldn't choose between a Lincoln and a Benzy
Fendi shades and topless maids
I don't worry about clothes cuz their custom made
I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years
Your smokin' OP's drinkin' 32 beers
I've alread done everything you wanna do
So what makes you think I give a fk about you
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