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World still turns The weed still burn No handouts I'm gettin errthang i earned Cheese with the chips Mind on rich Won't quit til i got that shit Another day another dollar Same sequence A million ways to get paid Lemme see that shit Gimme that list Won't be long before I'm crossing em out If my rap plan fail Then ima run in yo house Gun in yo mouf Got me screaming errbody lay dine One wrong move and blawh blawh Close ya eyes for eternity Internally they feel it Gimme a rap check bitch Or fingers get clipped n shit Mail em back to ya label Wit a note in the box Sayin Jaytona ain't playin Mind on my bidness Got the snap And you fishin Tryna catch me slipping Boy you must be trippin Air tight Vacuum sealed Know i got the glow forreal Now watch me count a mil And never sign a record deal Feet on the table Gettin comfy Front on me in public But in privacy you bump me Tie ya money into something and get it If you left here broke you better come back wit it Only pressure ain't no pity In this here space city Hence that thang wit the titties And hold bout 50 Ya feel me Get some money what you hear for You either hustle or you die This a bloodsport Get the product and push it like some concords Or back when nelly nem was hot And these the fuckin air forces Excuse the reference had to show my age And a reminder to the niggas I Ain't come to play Got 2 kids Nigga Finna be 3 paid Let a nigga from 44 grab the stage 5 Bitches say they love my SoundCloud page 6 Hundred plays 7 Song tape and it's on the way 8 Days til lift off 9 Until I'm finish And 10 fuckin days til I'm in yo fuckin playlist World still turns The weed still burn No handouts I'm gettin errthang i earned Cheese with the chips Mind on rich Won't quit til i got that shit