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Huh
You don't know how it feel locked in the the cage and run out of numbers to dial
I'm from the dirt like derived
Press
Ye
Whoa
Money well spent

I can't go back to no minimum wage
I rather hustle for mine everyday
Taking the chances and dodging the case
I'm tryna stack it and stuff up the safe
I can't go back to the back of the back
Unless it's back of the Bach and I'm having my way
I can't go back to the back to the back to the back to the back to no minimum wage

I come from dodging the pot hole
Throw pounds in the air like he Ralo
Can't make 'em pull up and out me
So I keep it on me like Narcos
I can't be dealing with bitches that keep getting jealous complain 'bout my side hoe
I'm dripping in casa the blanco
Pull up to the club in a Tahoe
You don't know how it feel to be locked in the cage and run out of numbers to dial
Rolex baguette the dial
He lost his life he went viral
See I'ma just lead never follow
He snake my gun then we fall out
I hit the beat pour my heart out
I can't go back to the bottom

I can't go back to no minimum wage
I rather hustle for mine everyday
Taking the chances and dodging the case
I'm tryna stack it and stuff up the safe
I can't go back to the back of the back
Unless it's back of the Bach and I'm having my way
I can't go back to the back to the back to the back to the back to no minimum wage

I'm from the place where they shoot you like Ziggerman
You catch a body it make you a bigger man
He pop a pill now the pill it start kicking in
He start spinning shit just like a ceiling fan
I got like 2 or 3 guns in my crib, you better think twice tryna run up in my home
F*cking with me better get you a bible
I'm tryna ball just like the finals
I'm getting money I'm putting it up and ion need love I stop giving a f*ck
I'm in the trap 30 days in a month, I talk to my junkie he cracking me up
She all on Google she looking me up
They remember my face when they look at me once
They keep on claiming shit they never done
But they not the problem I figured it's us

I can't go back to no minimum wage
I rather hustle for mine everyday
Taking the chances and dodging the case
I'm tryna stack it and stuff up the safe
I can't go back to the back of the back
Unless it's back of the Bach and I'm having my way
I can't go back to the back to the back to the back to the back to no minimum wage
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Huh
You don't know how it feel locked in the the cage and run out of numbers to dial
I'm from the dirt like derived
Press
Ye
Whoa
Money well spent

I can't go back to no minimum wage
I rather hustle for mine everyday
Taking the chances and dodging the case
I'm tryna stack it and stuff up the safe
I can't go back to the back of the back
Unless it's back of the Bach and I'm having my way
I can't go back to the back to the back to the back to the back to no minimum wage

I come from dodging the pot hole
Throw pounds in the air like he Ralo
Can't make 'em pull up and out me
So I keep it on me like Narcos
I can't be dealing with bitches that keep getting jealous complain 'bout my side hoe
I'm dripping in casa the blanco
Pull up to the club in a Tahoe
You don't know how it feel to be locked in the cage and run out of numbers to dial
Rolex baguette the dial
He lost his life he went viral
See I'ma just lead never follow
He snake my gun then we fall out
I hit the beat pour my heart out
I can't go back to the bottom

I can't go back to no minimum wage
I rather hustle for mine everyday
Taking the chances and dodging the case
I'm tryna stack it and stuff up the safe
I can't go back to the back of the back
Unless it's back of the Bach and I'm having my way
I can't go back to the back to the back to the back to the back to no minimum wage

I'm from the place where they shoot you like Ziggerman
You catch a body it make you a bigger man
He pop a pill now the pill it start kicking in
He start spinning shit just like a ceiling fan
I got like 2 or 3 guns in my crib, you better think twice tryna run up in my home
F*cking with me better get you a bible
I'm tryna ball just like the finals
I'm getting money I'm putting it up and ion need love I stop giving a f*ck
I'm in the trap 30 days in a month, I talk to my junkie he cracking me up
She all on Google she looking me up
They remember my face when they look at me once
They keep on claiming shit they never done
But they not the problem I figured it's us

I can't go back to no minimum wage
I rather hustle for mine everyday
Taking the chances and dodging the case
I'm tryna stack it and stuff up the safe
I can't go back to the back of the back
Unless it's back of the Bach and I'm having my way
I can't go back to the back to the back to the back to the back to no minimum wage
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Writer: Akil King, Darren Overton, Maurice Simmonds, Quinton Gardner, Sergio Romero
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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