Badu Cozz (Ft. Curren$y)

[Intro]
Yeaahh...
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I slow my pride, push the bullshit aside

[Chorus: Cozz]
Baby I'm sittin' high
Make sure that my fans survive
I got a plan to thank God
I'm really feelin' blessed now
I close my hands to thank God
Close my eyes, slow my pride, I don't mind
I don't mind

[Verse 1: Cozz]
Yeah a nigga back, I ain't done yet baby
I ain't stoppin' till I'm ballin' like an upset baby
If I fall then I'm crawlin', then I'm straight back to the walkin'
You niggas talkin' like stoppin' really ever was an option
Always was an artist, how I put together my garments
Hustle 200 dollars, spend it all at the Slauson
They still was callin' them flawless
Don't matter how much it's costin'
You can shop at a Target and rock it like it's Versace
'Cause you can buy clothes, you can hire a stylist
But you can't buy sauce, can't even make a deposit
Either don't got it or you got it
Had it before my pockets had anything deep inside it
But that's ok, now I'm whippin', my engine foreign, my windows is tinted
Dippin' in women that's with it, bills and my gas is expensive
Don't you go ever forget it, pray for it that's why I get
Fuck all the fame and the bitches, just making sure that we livin'