[Intro: Future]
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Everyday hustle like William
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Yeah
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[Verse 1: Future]
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Everyday hustle like William, Im chargin a chicken just for the verse, yeah
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I get in that kitchen, I cook, go to work, I go berserk, yeah
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Go out and get it, secure the city, cant sink like the Titanic
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Bitch know Im a Freeband bandit
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This paper comin to me twenty-four hours, I cant go to sleep
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I know the power of a dollar, tote fifty rounds at least
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Uh, she know I get money, she know (Know that shit)
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Soon as I up the score
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Just like double O
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Stay down with me or let me go
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Start the whip, I just lay closе
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And start me to whip up the floor
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She with mе, she down like the bros
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Holdin me down like the chosen one
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Early in the morning (Go)
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Late up at night (Go)
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Just be precise (Just be precise)
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Got a pack for the flight (Got a pack)
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All I took was a nina (All I took)
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I show up in a beamer (I showed up)
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Smackin cougars like Trina (Smackin, smackin)
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Water flow, Aquafina (Water)
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Sing to me like Tina (Sing to me)
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Sippin dope out the liter
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Meditation off the kush (Kush)
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Drinkin Hi-Tech and Trish
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New baguette, yo, check the ‘fits out
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Soon as the bitch check the Ritz out
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You down or you scared? (Scared)
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I knew she was just bout to say it (Just bout to say it)
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I break her a lil bread
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Dont let that shit go to your head
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[Interlude: Rick Ross]
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Huh
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Biggest
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(Maybach Music)
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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Goin broke, niggas in a panic
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Sellin dope, nigga send a pallet
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Young killers, city full of talent
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You testified, hate to see it happen
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New bitch, never meet the parents
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Triple beam, Ima keep it balanced
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Built a bunker real deep in Tampa
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Got two hundred cars, haters screamin, “Damn it”
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Baby mama still the biggest opp
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Team of shooters just to keep it locked
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Rolls-Royce, you can keep the top
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Bag of old money, love to see it rot
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Yellow bitch, better keep her pampered
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Luther Campbell, Im the new example
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Metro Boomin, time to cue the sample
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Niggas movin bricks, then you can use the Phantom
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Black jet, I just flew to Texas
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Sippin Tuss, mama cant accept it
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Never seen me on ketamine, but for the real team, I can win a gamble
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In the cell on the cell phone
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How you sellin dope when it smell wrong?
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[Interlude: Future]
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Yeah
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Woah, woah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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[Verse 3: Future]
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Fightin for your life, spin by the hospital
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Bare-faced just like Im lil Critter
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Body snatchers, wig splitters, cap peelers, gravediggers, snake niggas
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Aint nobody safe, nigga
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Meet me at the nearest coke spot
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Middle of the slums, standin at the boat dock
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Loadin up the cash, move it in the U-Haul
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Went inside my bag, went and took a roof off
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Crash dummy, goin retarded, spendin cash on it
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Smashin in a Demon, stillll smash a European
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Gold-diggin bitches, you cant tell a nigga shit
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He just got his first wish, cant tell these lil niggas shit
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Tryna put him on some game, you better put him on a hit
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Livin in the trenches, its survival of the fittest
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Thirty milligrams, niggas rather take the fent
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Niggas got it out the mud, its codeine when you piss
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Drop a brick in the toilet, he aint talkin bout shit
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Drop a brick in the toilet, he aint talkin bout shit
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[Outro: Prodigy of Mobb Deep]
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That shit dont pop in the hood, man
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You talkin about the grimy nigga in the hood?
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I dont know what lil, um, supposed to be hood you from
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But in the real hood, in America, that shit dont fly, we dont listen to that bullshit, son
