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I never had a role model

I was loading gold hollows in my little Glock-40

A little shorty, heart colder than December in the morning

And I think it was December when they swarmed me

Niggas is jealous, fuck can they tell us

With them dreams they try to sell us? Probably why I’m rebellious

To a fraud nigga, I lost niggas when I got paper

It’s like more money I made, they got faker

And it’s crazy when your best friend turn into your top hater

Wanna roll out on you and smoke you like top paper

Damn, what a feeling when you and your homie chilling

And you know he got thoughts of probably robbing and killing you

Momma said don’t ever, ever let them belittle you

And stay away from them haters cause they’ll riddle you

Last year was like a bad year

Even though I touched more paper than a cashier

Small circle, I ain’t never really 'round squares

They say there’s levels to this shit, you niggas downstairs

Different floors for different bulls

Different tours on different jets, my niggas saw

Different city with different bitches and different whores

Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly, this your car?

Look at your arm, check out your neck, look at your charm

And to think my niggas started off with cooking raw

When it was hard the coach told me to get the ball

I step back for the three, watch it go swish and fall

And that was and-one, they thinking how we get this far?

We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss

They couldn’t D me like Earl Boykins, I’m sticking soft

Tried to pick me off like Champ Bailey but I’m Randy Moss

And I ran it all for the touchdown, what now?

Gold AP all bust down, fuck clowns

My heart getting cold, and the streets getting colder

They said I wouldn’t make it no way

I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold

Told them I would make it one day, only Lord knows

Dedicated, determinated and disciplined

When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking, I’m listening

When I be in the jungle, the Devil be whispering

Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling

That was a close call

Stand up nigga so I won’t fall

My teacher told me I would never go far

Seen him last week, he was my chauffeur, I was like «told y’all»

Mommy was a booster, daddy was a shooter

So they couldn’t blame me when I went and copped a Ruger

Looking at my homies, see the ghost of Freddy Krueger

Cause if he catch you sleeping he’s gon' knock out your medulla

Oblongata, I’m a father and my son don’t see a lot of

If I don’t get he gon' probably end up with a chopper

In a field out in Philly do you feel me?

Told my momma I won’t let these haters kill me

Getting high even though it might derail me

And I won’t ever let these bitches see the real me, do you feel me?

Times change like the Rollie did

Now I’m killing these niggas the way that Kobe did

Ayo, it gets fucked up when your own family start calling you up

Shit, money’s the root of all evil

Family start telling you «you acting different nigga»

You’re goddamn right I’m acting different

With all this motherfucking money

But then when it comes from your brother, your sister

Your mother, your father, that shit hurts you to the core man

When they start acting like something that you ain’t never motherfucking seen

You done grew up motherfucker

They gave birth to you, know what I’m saying?

You got raised, you done played in the park with them

This money thing, this shit will fuck you up man

You got to watch what you ask for

You sure you want this son? You sure you want this money?

You sure you want this fame? You sure you want this power?

Shit have your own mama talking to you like you ain’t shit

Yeah everybody want it, everybody need it, money motherfuckers

Get money don’t stop but I ain’t mad at them

Shit, but shit even bosses got feelings you know?

Dear mama, dear papa, family, we’re all we got

Don’t let this money bring us down

Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody eats

Let’s go, hahahah

Uh, yeah

And we started off as kids, stomach’s touching our ribs

And them streets all night like we ain’t have nowhere to live

I remember Sundays we ain’t have nothing but Liv

Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain’t have nothing to give

I ain’t trip, I ain’t trip, I pour bottles, I ain’t sip

I let niggas shine bright, you still act like I ain’t shit?

Let you have them little hoes, they was all on my dick

And your main wanted to fuck me nigga, I ain’t hit

Twenty chains, eight watches, can’t fit on my wrist

When I speak about them things I never said it’s my shit

I said it’s ours nigga and when you’re ready we’re gonna ball nigga

Like Kobe Bryant, Metta Peace and Gasol, nigga

But I know just what I saw nigga

It was envious, you looked sideways and I remembered it

The reason that my heart’s cold now on some December shit

You used to give thanks for giving on some November shit

Talking about the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the twenty-sixth

Maybe it’s the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my money’s straight

As long as Papi smiling

I’mma be on airplane mode flier than a pilot

I’ve seen it, I’ve seen it

Jealousy in your eyes, I swear that look was deceiving

And I was surprised man I ain’t want to believe it

You said you would ride but shit, I know you ain’t mean it

But yeah nigga I’ve seen it

My heart getting cold, and the streets getting colder

They said I would’t make it no way

I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting cold

Told them I would make it one day, only Lord knows