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Don't be afraid
Every man is the architect of his own fortune
Yeah
Leather jacket that I spent in cash
I still tell all my bitches don't get attached
Or go callin' my phone when I'm penning raps
From selling packs to the lemongrass
Man, I would do whatever to get a bag
Moving desperate, Y'all sell out and then it crash
Send a message and tell them to get it back
Let the past be a lesson I'm getting cash
Never that on the covers of magazines
But I'm still in the cut with a bag of weed
I was in the lab, you was at the beach,
And I'm still in the lab when I'm at the beach
Come catch me by the North Shore
Knick game, the kid sit by the court floor
In the fourth quarter, I might dip the garden for a show in Florida
Got my haters saltier than ocean water
With this bong, gotta follow the code of honor
Motivated, might blow all the dough tomorrow
Was it cold behavior, now the boy in Cabo
Y'all just play it safe and wonder what do I know
I can see your eyes and tell your soul is hollow
That's what happens when you let emotions wallow
You ain't fuck her, so why you posing models, lil dummy
Counting losses with my left hand, Count my money with the right
I don't even wanna have a conversation if the money isn't right
Off of psychedelic drugs, Looking at the sky, middle of the night
Catch a body, then go catch him spilling liquor at the vigil for your life
Yeah, yeah
It's that Newport Lord, Jeff Hardy, Uptown Shit
You know the deal, Ha
Know what's real
May God have mercy on my soul
Counting losses with my left hand, Count my money with the right
I don't even wanna have a conversation if the money isn't right
Off of psychedelic drugs, Looking at the sky, middle of the night
Catch a body, then go catch him spilling liquor at the vigil for your life
Yeah, yeah
Haha
Punk! Yung Punk, What's Goody
Writer(s): Lord Sko
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