Tripped up trapped out
No one know what im talking about
Up on the couch
Rolling some f#cking low
I been focused on the way I play like Im f#cking scout
I been balling since like years
Today ain’t no f#cking doubt
Now my name ring the bell
Now they know we are
Woking on the nights and days
Them mic, my brain, amigo
Rolling on miles away nobody could contain my ego
Stacking every penny been about me, hoe
You ain’t my equal if you not playing on beast mode
And even when the clouds are grey we dont lose hope up on the steep road
If you ain’t a millionaire save for the f#ck you falling asleep for
The MOLOKO running a race on them hoes and reload
Checking CDs just to be cool
I dont do it for the fame nor the people
I ain’t here nor to please you
This is the only way I could
This is the only way I need to
My whole life I been chasing this feeling
And Ive come to realize I been scraping the ceiling
I been down to sacrifice everything for my healing
Looked the devil in the eyes, ask him now who’s the villain
Now my name ring the bell
Now they know we are
Woking on the nights and days
Them mic, my brain, amigo
Rolling on miles away nobody could contain my ego
Stacking every penny been about me, hoe
You ain’t my equal if you not playing on beast mode
And even when the clouds are grey we dont lose hope up on the steep road
If you ain’t a millionaire save for the f#ck you falling asleep for
The MOLOKO running a race on them hoes and reload
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