[Verse 1]
We do this shit for the love of the money, it don't love you back
Started with a grizzy, tryin’ to bubble to a hundred pack
Place to place on the paper chase with the devil dancin'
Hoping God got me, if not then I'm runnin’ out of chances
Luck ain't got shit to do with this level up
I turn my lessons to lucci, now I'm Gucci, no competitor close
Fuck boasts it's all about what you gross
The brokest nigga always speaking the most
That shit be cheap talk
You're not a boss until you got a plate your team can eat off
Out the whole pie, we try to stash like three-fourths
Me and my Gs reach snort from East New York to Lockport
Making paychеck every drop off
Know some niggas that was on thе road to the riches
But then they got lost
Ended up on the highway to hell, stressed and knocked off
Life and times of a dope boy, kail is in the cards, it's hard to beat the odds
Be smart and cherish your joy
[Chorus]
At night I pray that God got me
I did so much dirt I wouldn't be surprised if they shot me
Bro doly, just me and a glicky I don't need a posse
As the world turns I’m out to get it, word to mommy
At night I pray that God got me
I did so much dirt I wouldn’t be surprised if they shot me
Bro doly, just me and a glicky I don't need a posse
As the world turns I’m out to get it, word to mommy
We do this shit for the love of the money, it don't love you back
Started with a grizzy, tryin’ to bubble to a hundred pack
Place to place on the paper chase with the devil dancin'
Hoping God got me, if not then I'm runnin’ out of chances
Luck ain't got shit to do with this level up
I turn my lessons to lucci, now I'm Gucci, no competitor close
Fuck boasts it's all about what you gross
The brokest nigga always speaking the most
That shit be cheap talk
You're not a boss until you got a plate your team can eat off
Out the whole pie, we try to stash like three-fourths
Me and my Gs reach snort from East New York to Lockport
Making paychеck every drop off
Know some niggas that was on thе road to the riches
But then they got lost
Ended up on the highway to hell, stressed and knocked off
Life and times of a dope boy, kail is in the cards, it's hard to beat the odds
Be smart and cherish your joy
[Chorus]
At night I pray that God got me
I did so much dirt I wouldn't be surprised if they shot me
Bro doly, just me and a glicky I don't need a posse
As the world turns I’m out to get it, word to mommy
At night I pray that God got me
I did so much dirt I wouldn’t be surprised if they shot me
Bro doly, just me and a glicky I don't need a posse
As the world turns I’m out to get it, word to mommy
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