A Lot 21 Savage
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (
[Pre Chorus]
I'd
Told my
[Post Chorus]
My
Then you
My
My
But the
Yeah, I just came
He had two of his kids
Question
I never was
Okay, no
Fuck it ’cause
Pray for Te
'Flectin' on
I pray for Ma
Though I never
Dennis Smi
I had some
I got a p
Cole on a mi
N.C.
Before it all ends, nigga
A[Wstęp]
bI love youbTurn my headphone down a little bit, yeahgFor so many reasonsYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (
bI do), yeah, yeah yeah yeahbYeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah[Pre Chorus]
CbHow much money you got? (Straight up)CbHow much money you got? (Straight up)CbHow much money you got? (Straight up)CbHow much money you got? (A lot)[Refren]
bHow much money you got? (Straight up)bHow many problems you got? (Straight up)bHow many people done doubted you? (Straight up)bLeft you out to rot? (A lot)CbHow many pray that you flop? (A lot)CbHow many lawyers you got? (A lot)CbHow many times you got shot? (A lot)CbHow many niggas you shot? (A lot)bHow many times did you ride? (A lot)bHow many niggas done died? (A lot)bHow many times did you cheat? (A lot)bHow many times did you lie? (A lot)CbHow many times did she leave? (A lot)CbHow many times did she cry? (A lot)CbHow many chances she done gave you?CbFuck around with these thots (A lot)[Zwrotka 1]
Every dbay that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stickI'd
brather be broke in jail than be dead and richTold my
Cbbrothers take my breath if I turn to a snitchCbBut I'm 21 forev’, ain't no way I'ma switch[Post Chorus]
bBreak it down, I break it downbI break it down, I break it downCbI break it down, I break it downCbI break it down, I break it down[Zwrotka 2]
bPenitentiary chances just to make a couple bucksMy
bheart so cold I could put it in my cupCbGang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was usThen you
Cbwent and wrote a statement,CbAnd that really fucked me upMy
bbrother lost his life and it turned me to a beastMy
bbrother got life and it turned me to the streetsCbI been through the storm and it turned me to a GBut the
Cbother side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats[Refren]
bHow much money you got? (A lot)bHow many problems you got? (A lot)bHow many people done doubted you? (A lot)bLeft you out to rot? (A lot)CbHow many pray that you flop? (A lot)CbHow many lawyers you got? (A lot)CbHow many times you got shot? (A lot)CbHow many niggas you shot? (A lot)bHow many times did you ride? (A lot)bHow many niggas done died? (A lot)bHow many times did you cheat? (A lot)bHow many times did you lie? (A lot)CbHow many times did she leave? (A lot)CbHow many times did she cry? (A lot)CbHow many chances she done gave you?CbFuck around with these thots (A lot)[Mostek]
bBreak it on down, I break it on downbI break it on down, I break it on downYeah, I just came
Cbfrom the BCbI drove back home, six hour drive, six and a halfCb(I break it, break it down)b bBefore I left I stopped bybTo see my nigga 21 in the studioHe had two of his kids
Cbwith him right in the studio,CbThat's when I knewCbYou a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that[Zwrotka 3]
N.C.Question
bHow many faking they streams? (A lot)bGetting they plays from machines (A lot)bI can see behind the smoke and mirrorsbNiggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)CbI never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True)CbSome niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm)bI'm on a money routinebI don't want smoke, I want creambI don’t want no more comparisonsbThis is a marathon and I’m awarebI been playing it back from a lack of promotionsI never was
Cbone for the bragging and boastingCbI guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself,CbBut the people want everything elseOkay, no
bproblem, I'll show up on everyone albumbYou know what the outcome will bebI’m batting a thousandbIt's got to the point that these rappersbDon't even like rappin' with meFuck it ’cause
Cbmy nigga 21 Savage just hit meCbAnd told me he saved me a spot on a new record he gotCbHe call it "a lot," I open my book and I jotPray for Te
bkashi, they want him to rotbI picture him inside a cell on a cot'Flectin' on
bhow he made it to the topbWondering if it was worth it or notI pray for Ma
Cbrkelle 'cause they fucked up his shotCbJust want you to know that you got it, my niggaThough I never
Cbmet you, I know that you specialCbAnd that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my niggaDennis Smi
bth, Jr., stay solid, my niggabI'm on a tangent, not how I planned itI had some
bfans that hopped and abandoned shipbWhen they thought that I wasn't gone pan out,I got a p
CblanCbThey say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friendsCole on a mi
Cbssion, cementin' the spot as the greatest who did itN.C.
Before it all ends, nigga
[Refren]
bHow much money you got? (A lot)bHow many problems you got? (A lot)bHow many people done doubted you? (A lot)bLeft you out to rot? (A lot)CbHow many pray that you flop? (A lot)CbHow many lawyers you got? (A lot)CbHow many times you got shot? (A lot)CbHow many niggas you shot? (A lot)bHow many times did you ride? (A lot)bHow many niggas done died? (A lot)bHow many times did you cheat? (A lot)bHow many times did you lie? (A lot)CbHow many times did she leave? (A lot)CbHow many times did she cry? (A lot)CbHow many chances she done gave you?CbFuck around with these thots (A lot)[Zakończenie]
bBreak it on down, I break it on downbI break it on down, I break it on downCbI break it down, I break it downCbI break it down, I break it downbI break it on down, I break it downbI break it down, I break it downCbI break it down, I break it downCbI break it down, I break it down, I brb- bI love you b Cb 
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