[Chorus]
You get me started, it be hard to fend
And we can go to war until the bitter end
My nuts hang to the floor in this world of sin
They tried to keep me piss poor, but I sleighted them
You get me started, it be hard to fend
And we can go to war until the bitter end
My nuts hang to the floor in this world of sin
They tried to keep me piss poor, but I sleighted them
Uh
[Verse 1]
Shades of grey, watch it fade away
As the time passed, I had a vision and I saw the money climax
In many different ways, hustlin' for all my days
Somе people fade and somе people here to stay
Stack my currency in towers, can't no bank hold that
I'm the CEO and owner, can't no rank hold back
In my vehicle, a motor got the spaceship packed
I be floatin' through the city with the top peeled back
I maximize the minor gains, cop the coupe without the brains
I'm gettin' busy, it don't matter if the product change
It's Dump Familia, get familiar with the dollar game
We may be similar in ways, but we not the same, uh
We not the same
Get familiar with the dollar game
We may be similar in ways, but we not the same
Not at all
[Chorus]
You get me started, it be hard to fend
And we can go to war until the bitter end
My nuts hang to the floor in this world of sin
They tried to keep me piss poor, but I sleighted them, uh
You get me started, it be hard to fend
And we can go to war until the bitter end
My nuts hang to the floor in this world of sin
They tried to keep me piss poor, but I sleighted them
Uh
[Verse 2]
People try and backstab, but my back against the wall
And when it's all bad, tell me, who do you call?
People be flawed; in ways, we all is, but eff that
You can tell all the fake souls, the real ones is back
I'll put fifty-thousand racks on a brand new batch
Travis Scott Jordan 1s, Air Jordan the hat
It's the six-ring champ, I ain't goin' on rants, I'ma enhance
Supreme, my performance, I enormously attack
I got raps, check my background, my stat sheets be stacked
My backseat be packed, but my rap sheet tracks, uh
And the vinyl gon' sell, 'cause my raps be facts
I don't play games with kids
I ain't into showbiz, tell me where the dough is
When I know the stakes be high, I'm movin' like a Lotus
Underrated for years, but they all know who the GOAT is
[Outro]
You already know, man: six-ring champ, man, Dump Gawd
Stock Lord, man - I'm stocked up
You get me started, it be hard to fend
And we can go to war until the bitter end
My nuts hang to the floor in this world of sin
They tried to keep me piss poor, but I sleighted them
You get me started, it be hard to fend
And we can go to war until the bitter end
My nuts hang to the floor in this world of sin
They tried to keep me piss poor, but I sleighted them
Uh
[Verse 1]
Shades of grey, watch it fade away
As the time passed, I had a vision and I saw the money climax
In many different ways, hustlin' for all my days
Somе people fade and somе people here to stay
Stack my currency in towers, can't no bank hold that
I'm the CEO and owner, can't no rank hold back
In my vehicle, a motor got the spaceship packed
I be floatin' through the city with the top peeled back
I maximize the minor gains, cop the coupe without the brains
I'm gettin' busy, it don't matter if the product change
It's Dump Familia, get familiar with the dollar game
We may be similar in ways, but we not the same, uh
We not the same
Get familiar with the dollar game
We may be similar in ways, but we not the same
Not at all
[Chorus]
You get me started, it be hard to fend
And we can go to war until the bitter end
My nuts hang to the floor in this world of sin
They tried to keep me piss poor, but I sleighted them, uh
You get me started, it be hard to fend
And we can go to war until the bitter end
My nuts hang to the floor in this world of sin
They tried to keep me piss poor, but I sleighted them
Uh
[Verse 2]
People try and backstab, but my back against the wall
And when it's all bad, tell me, who do you call?
People be flawed; in ways, we all is, but eff that
You can tell all the fake souls, the real ones is back
I'll put fifty-thousand racks on a brand new batch
Travis Scott Jordan 1s, Air Jordan the hat
It's the six-ring champ, I ain't goin' on rants, I'ma enhance
Supreme, my performance, I enormously attack
I got raps, check my background, my stat sheets be stacked
My backseat be packed, but my rap sheet tracks, uh
And the vinyl gon' sell, 'cause my raps be facts
I don't play games with kids
I ain't into showbiz, tell me where the dough is
When I know the stakes be high, I'm movin' like a Lotus
Underrated for years, but they all know who the GOAT is
[Outro]
You already know, man: six-ring champ, man, Dump Gawd
Stock Lord, man - I'm stocked up
( Tha God Fahim & Nicholas )
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