hit the bottom hard that fall hurt deep, til I got put back on top on solid ground under my feet. didn't have a dime now I tell em keep the change for the next, blues falling out my pockets, money divides and we supply the rest.
hitting licks by night before this empire called me to the throne, there's so much money on the road that I forget I had a home. miles per hour but hunnids for grams, they cheer us on as. we pull up, best friends drugs to the man .
rip to the souls we lost along the way, lifestyle of the rich and famous comes at a price someone's gotta pay.

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