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More life when your circle is pure In the life of an entrepreneur It's hard work causing anything to grow Without first getting used to the smell of manure Now it like Christian Dior man I'm just smelling so tasty Ever since I turned G.O.A.T. I've started to hate beef I'm focused on my goals for a Jazzy and Dre beat While I'm rapping in the car like somebody save me With that smooth did you hear what he said kind of a flow With lyrics harder than Henny as far as hangovers go I'm always playing the part of the devil's advocate so No wonder my shit so wicked that horns are starting to show I be beast I be Machiavelli inna the streets Like '03; I'm that Weezy F. Baby without a leash Oh believe We go multiply African nominees All the work we putting in Our success is like a receipt Word to Pretty Boy DO Dem Go Hear Wen They never hear me pull up When I'm parking my Benz The party always full up SongtexteWith so many fake friends But now the album coming Wish 'em love and guidance Like My guy friends Always burning cable Gave up salaries to be future owners of labels So now We hustle like a wedding guest 'Cause we know that small chops don't make it to every table So it got me working hard boy for cigars boy You don't really want smoke, don't get in the car boy For any one Mufasa there's always a Scar boy Bigger picture only fuck an avatar boy Aww yeah My mother's request Please read a bible verse when you're feeling the stress If five loaves, two fish can help feed five thousand Of course I do the most when I'm working with less Word to Pretty Boy DO Dem Go Hear Wen They never hear me pull up The party always full up With so many fake friends but- I'm in traffic and I'm angry Usually keep the peace But y'all fucking with my Gandhi I know you had dreams of me joining the U.N I hope you can be cool with ambassador for a Brandy They said abort mission, get a Plan B Now it's bread shaking the table I bought my family Now it's bread shaking the table I bought my-, yeah Double pointers in the rain No point indicating when I'm 'bout to switch lanes Man they call it sacrifice, what the hell did you expect Abraham gave up his son and you say you gave your sweat They told me rapping here has lost meaning I came back and I dropped Feeling You ask why I stay believing It's like why get a shape up You know your hair is receding It's like why show love You know you never receive it It's like why I pray to God Even though I've never seen him Faith never needs a reason Faith never needs a reason Providence Providence The protective care of God Timely preparation For future eventualities Aus Songtexte Mania