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 [Intro] 
I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's game over, huh? 
Pray for me 
[Verse 1] 
Hallucination of money, while nigga's stomach just rumble 
Had to fuck with the haitians and break a kilo to crumbles 
Nigga living in rubble, but get him labelled a rebel 
Any nigga wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel 
Gotta silence the lambs, get on my buffalo bill 
Steppin' off the sonoma with the black duffel bag filled 
Got a cute bitch with me; favor kimora, for real 
Got meek mill on the celly, that nigga worth a few mil 
I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply 
Witness real niggas fail, and watch you fuck niggas strive 
Witness bitch niggas pale, japar [?] just got twenty-five 
At this point in my life, I'm just trying to survive 
Homicide stay on my mind, christopher wallace of my time 
R.i.p. to the legend, 2pac shakur with a nine 
Makaveli returns - it's god forgives, and I don't 
Resurrection of the real, time to get the richer than trump 
[Hook] 
I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six 
Young nigga, 19, four, five bricks 
Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate 
God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate 
[Bridge] 
Trying to keep my head above water, nigga 
We pirates out here, nigga, just trying to stay afloat 
And I ride for my niggas 
[Verse 2] 
Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and porsches 
Panoramas, abortions, marijuana imported 
Dreams of getting cream and never to be extorted 
Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it 
Product is in demand, profit not far behind 
Got on my mother pearl, she fucking up father time 
Babies be having babies, I'm talking 'bout how I grind 
Niggas thinking it's voodoo the way bricks be multiplying 
Affiliated with wealth, associated with death 
Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf 
Straight grim reaper, air jordans walking the streets 
Blackberry boss - one call, ya put to sleep 
[Hook] 
I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six 
Young nigga, nineteen, forty five bricks 
Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate 
God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate 
[Outro] 
The lord is my light and my salvation 
But I see none of you fuck niggas 
Fuck what you heard, nigga 
I need to feel it 
I need to smell it 
I need to see it 
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