Gets Greater Later
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(There's no fucking money!)
(There's no fucking money!)
Still breaking down the pieces
Shaking down the leeches
You hate without competing 'cause I'm caking out from features
Blowing on that scama
I don't want no drama
When I'm at the shows they surround me like Obama
Word to my momma in that castle in the sky
Imma rap until I die, Puffy happy and provide
Protection for my fam, no more selling yams
Imma take the stage, you gon' take the stand
God Bless on the drums, we connect from the slums
Come correct with some funds and some fresh for the lungs, ay
My cypher complete now
I'm wiping the beat down
You typing for freestyles from me, Lord
This reality rap
Went from tour from the streets and I haven't looked back
Documentaries about the magic we rap
And you still on the back streets scavenging packs
This that flow that got the Jaguar in your driveway
Multi-million dollar tour with the Mac on the highway
Told my lady I'll be back on the Friday
Always gets greater later, homie, tú sabe'