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Na na (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Everything is going exactly just how I planned it
I just shook the hand of the CEO of Atlantic
Started my own business by 20
While my parents pinching pennies
I had plans of making triple they income
And I was doing everything that
Needed to get done
And trust me I don't mean that with no disrespect
Na na na
I love my parents
Without them probably be dead yeah
That's just the truth of the matter
'Bouta behead
All these rappers who thinking they better than me
You dick heads
You could never be better than me
Na nee na nee nee na
I gotta lot of people rooting for me
And it went to my head
Now I'm asking who good as me?
And there's none that I see
This shit just been funny to me
How many times I could get on a record
Spit like I been
Doing this for a couple years
Like I never ever stopped it
I bet if I wanna be whatever
I be on top of this
There's something inside of me
That I can never unbox it
And they don't wanna believe
That I was sent here by God if
It's a genre or a style
You know that it's worth your while
You know that I'll kill for miles
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah I know what you really wanted
You wanted the money
Ain't it funny how I came from a low-end income
It's dumb
Now I gotta dollar
Yeah I get it
Yeah you want some
I don't say it much
But I got some
I know it's been awhile
But that's fuel to the fire
One day I'll make you smile
But 'til then we fly on by
(Chase our desires)
Fly on by
(Fuel to the fire)
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Na na na na na
Na na (fly on by)
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