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Look At Me Now I came up from nothing, my ni***, just look at me now If I had nothing, my ni***, you wouldn't be 'round 'Cause when I had nothing, my ni***, you couldn't be found Now look at me now Look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me Hit bird off in the drop now Shirt off like I'm Pac now Chubby ni*** with the top down I can spend the dub on the watch now All I ever knew was drug dealers, my role model was the plug ni*** Treat that money like a rug ni***, popping gold bottles in the tub ni*** Like I throw them racks in they face, I count a stack everyday I got a pack on the way, sitting in traffic today Screaming free my brother 38, they got 'em down for a murder case Might not get home 'til he 38 for sending niggas to the pearly gates I got a chip on my shoulder, I turn that bitch to a chauffeur I put a brick in the Rover Moving my arms then I hit her with soda Louboutin I be chilling in loafers None of this shit here was handed to me This Rollie more than a Grammy to me All of my niggas is family to me (yeah most of my niggas) It was us from the start, ducking the narcs Seeing niggas getting stomped in the park All of this shit I spit come from the heart We will not let this shit crumble apart Paint a picture, they in love with the art I paid attention and I studied the charts Car garage and it's full of rides Think Great Adventures when you come in to park I just be thumbing through hundreds Watch me go run up that money I just turned nothing to something I just came up and they loved it Now look at me now Look at me, look at me, look at me now Look at me, look at, now look at me now Look at me, look at me, look at me now I came up from nothing, my ni***, just look at me now If I had nothing, my ni***, you wouldn't be 'round 'Cause when I had nothing, my ni***, you couldn't be found Bitch Now look at me now My hood love me I'm a living legend Riding round with a Smith and Wesson Ask God one simple question, "Can I wear my chains when I get to heaven?" Quarter ounces, we was all about it Play with mines, have your door surrounded There's death on the corner, don't walk around it They'll come and kill you for a small allowance Now let's take a trip to my past, I had to flip what I had Had to go dig in the stash, triple my last Run it up fill up the bag 'til its a million in cash They tryna investigate us, Pop died I was devastated Niggas thought that we would never make it, man, you had your chance but you hesitated I know that you telling, I read the statement All this medication got me meditating Hit Miami when the weather breaking Leave there and just head to Vegas The hunnids and fifties be separated, the hunnids and fifties be segregated I dirty my cup and I never chase it I ain't f*** her I just let her taste it Patrol cars try to pull me over I ain't even worried, ni***, let them chase me Just know you gotta have 200 hundred on the dash, ni***, if you ever race me Getting money yeah we really stuntin When we hit the club we spent 50 hunnids All the bottles got them bitches fuc*** Yeah, we throw that cash cause its plenty coming I just be thumbing through hundreds Watch me go run up that money I just turned nothing to something I just came up and they loved it Now look at me now Look at me, look at me, look at me now Look at me, look at, now look at me now Look at me, look at me, look at me now I came up from nothing, my ni***, just look at me now If I had nothing, my ni***, you wouldn't be 'round 'Cause when I had nothing, my ni***, you couldn't be found Bitch Now look at me now
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