Key: C# minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Look,
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they say that Jesus turned water to wine
grabbed the seat and rolled
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a rhyme
It's guaranteed to make
you blessed with wine
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This criminal comin' with some
As I slip and slide through the side
California's southern side,
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Now take a toast to this shit,
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sell a break to the feelings
When you boast what you can't,
cause I'm a known heathen
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Bustin' for no reason,
so many years on the road,
Fuck the recession,
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I'm makin' money any season
on some underspokes leanin' in
I can't help but reminisce
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but I traded that for the scrap
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And instead of bustin' bullets,
now I'm bustin' with this black pen
thank God that I finally made it
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Ha ha, yeah, I finally made it,
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thank God that I finally made it
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in the school of the hard knocks
while I'm printin' hard locks
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But, uh, I finally made it,
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thank God that I finally made it
It's just somethin' bout
Hit the boulevard and it's all
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I hit the studio, cry for I slide through
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The homies show me love,
myself to the ride to
Been a rider all retired
Gettin' into trouble
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But uh, look how I finally grown up
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Album after album,
damn
I guess I grew it up blown up
Haters talkin' madness
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Yeah, I'm like so what?
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Ever since my first album
had the game sewn up
That's it, it's high power,
Other labels try hard,
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Turn the system down,
justify you for the baser
thank God that I finally made it
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Ha ha, yeah, I fi nally made it,
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thank God that I finally made it
Cause uh, I grew up in the city,
Used to face the jail time,
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But uh, I finally made it,
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thank God that I finally made it
Now I'm worldwide status,
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just a little bit sicker than the average
Just like the past, the current,
And I probably won't,
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matter of fact, I never will
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Never go broke,
I will forever chase them dollar bills
Still sport Versace,
You ever seen a hundred stacks?
Street money, rap money,
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turn it into dol lar yields
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When I made my first twenty stacks,
I had a lot of chills
and the best part of it all
Now I keep the shit flowing
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just like fluid
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Making money on the daily,
give a fuck about what you did
Ask that, if nothing else
Finally got to see
how 10 ,000 people scream
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honestly it still doesn't seem real
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Haha, yeah, but this dream's real
Thank God that I finally made it
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Haha, yeah, I finally made it
Thank God that I finally made it
Cause I, I grew up in the city
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crime, quick and hard locks
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But I, I finally made it,
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thank God that I finally made it
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Bye for
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