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They don't know what it took to get here How many nights I gave my life I, hustled hard for all I have How many nights I chased this dough I don't have to chase no more Living life like this come with a consequence It's all type of problems when a nigga got chips T got seven, Smoke got six I'd rather be broke and free than locked rich How could a grown man hustle to cop kicks Grind everyday just to spend his profit Then he mad at me 'cause he ain't got shit Being broke is a state of mind you cannot fix I got rich and the whole block switched Came back, realized I was not missed I'm doing worse than others, better than some Sometimes fake love feel better than none And it's crazy when you gotta part ways with your friends I put money in they pocket, made niggas men When they ain't have one stack, I made niggas ten Could've made 'em a hundred if they saved what they spent Why these niggas knocking at my door (Who is it?) With they hand out, love don't live here no more (No more) I show love and they don't appreciate (Uh-uh) And if I don't, then they love depreciates (What?) And I ain't got a problem with helping But I think it's time to be selfish I'm worried 'bout mine (I'm worried 'bout mine) Nigga, I'm worried 'bout mine (I'm worried 'bout mine), let's go Now damn right we gon' part ways I brought rice to your entrees And brought light to your dark days I even stashed white where your aunt stay I never thought twice that they'd cross me I thought wrong, I loved y'all wrong Thought y'all do right, but I judged y'all wrong Niggas lose love when the drugs all gone Handshakes ain't tight and the hugs not strong They smiles look faker, put food in the mouth of a hater Out of my labor, I did a lot of favors Knowing that these niggas'll kill me for the right amount of paper But thank ya, I done learned a lot Y'all act like I ain't wait my turn to pop Like I wasn't in that trap house turning pots Burnt the block, nigga, I deserve what I got, let's go Why these niggas knocking at my door (Who is it?) With they hand out, love don't live here no more (No more) I show love and they don't appreciate (Uh-uh) And if I don't, then they love depreciates (What?) And I ain't got a problem with helping But I think it's time to be selfish I'm worried 'bout mine (I'm worried 'bout mine) Nigga, I'm worried 'bout mine (I'm worried 'bout mine), let's go They don't know what it took to get here How many nights I gave my life I, hustled hard for all I have How many nights I chased this dough I don't have to chase no more Why these niggas knocking at my door (Who is it?) With they hand out, love don't live here no more (No more) I show love and they don't appreciate (Uh-uh) And if I don't, then they love depreciates (What?) And I ain't got a problem with helping But I think it's time to be selfish I'm worried 'bout mine (I'm worried 'bout mine) Nigga, I'm worried 'bout mine (I'm worried 'bout mine), let's go