[Eligh]
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No diamonds would be bought by this man
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If I took a lucky strike and hit the jackpot
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Would I rot in hell or prosper
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Cottontail the offer
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Or just plot to tell the officer
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Of the demons in the missions that I've been in
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Let us keep continuing
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Say the bank account was millions
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And I lived in a skyscraping building with high ceilings
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Would I fall to the bottom where the serpent catches prey
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In the form of spending money frivolous each and every day?
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Would I give it to the homeless or go buy a house in the Bay?
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I know I'd pay my mama's mortgage, helping out the family
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Take it to the next century, build a solid foundation beneath me
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I don't think I'd be stupid with it, I'd just handle it generously
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Curiosity killed the cat
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Just think about that when you got the fat stacks
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And can't find your way back
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Bottom line is music is my number one
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And nothing made of paper can cut through my vapor
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Vibrations stabilize my able eyes
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[Chorus: N8 and Eligh]
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Who would I be with money?
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What would I do?
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Would I stay true?
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[N8 the GR8]
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Who wants to be a millionaire? Me!
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Is that your final answer? I'm pretty sure it might be
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Matter a fact, the fatter the stack
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The more likely to see us ahead of the pack like fleas
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Get a house, pay my debts, and my spouse
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And my Moms, a couple of cars that run the college fund
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Fix my teeth, lace my peeps, fulfill the dreams that made this beat
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It'll be strange at first I think, but I'll adjust fine
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Make my money worth my time and all of us shine
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Invest in my friends' success, independent
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I'm blessed to still be in my skin so stop trippin'
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Would if I could but we're good so we can't
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No matter how ugly of a picture its paint
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Leave a stain with my small frame
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Ain't got a damn thang
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Nothin' to lose and everything to gain
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[Chorus x2]
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[The Grouch]
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Now if you literally had a million in the bank
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Who would you thank? Would you do crank?
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How would you paint
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A picture to fit the dreams you dreamt your whole life?
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Exempt from old strife
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Would you know pain's name anymore?
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You came in the door with just a shirt on
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Now you have a name brand suit to kick dirt on
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Word on the street's you keep the cash on you
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East of California, peeps they flash on ya
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Bodyguards for yards and autographs for days
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A lot of laughs and lays, I wouldn't pass I'd play
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Looking glass my way and I can see futures
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Powerful business and little Grouch juniors
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Figure out sooner not later how major
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Plug yourself in as a player, cry later
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I'll take my advance now, spend it on a chance to just that
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Not a chain to enhance style when my homies are broke
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You most be lonely, no folks, or just a joke.
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[Chorus x2]
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[Krush]
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If you're in the search of the treasure
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Walkin' pathways of pleasure
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And pain is the only way to gain a thang
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You can count on me to remain the same
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Maintain, see I'm here to only lace your brain with game
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Sustain finances substantially growin' annually
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Residuals for individuals who plan to be rich
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Instead of diggin' a ditch
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No way a felon, so listen closely to everything I'm sellin'
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If that's what it's all about
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Chasin' the fame and clout
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Listen, your first mission is just to turn the party out
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Be sure to keep writin' flows, providing exciting shows
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For all those in attendance
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Bear witness to every sentence
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Keep dodging opposition and remember to stay focused
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Form like locus on hopeless, forever displaying dopeness
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And hope this encourages all to get up off they asses
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Passes to the masses
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Before the scene collapses
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The fact is we need more support from our sport
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Of course I soar because I pour it with force
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[Chorus]
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What Would I Be (featuring N8 The GR8 & Krush)
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Living Legends |