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Uh. Uh. N-N-Natti on the buttons. I send 'em up in the no-fly zone. They still wanna know why I ain't got a Deal. But the phone been booming, yeah, the line Blown. And I keep haters on the iPhone. Waking up to my cocoa butter browning. Let me give you quick back before you go Work. I skip one time, gotta get the rounds In. Then I hit the booth and I ask 'em how I'm sounding. Just the other day, she Give me top while I'm driving. She don't even come up for no air, she Just dive in. Me and my boys just wildin'. Pattern everything with sauce, man styling. Jack boy, them come charged with waps, get yacked. You ain't getting your darn ass back. Like my D&G's beige, my Armani's black. Like my females thick breast, and that. This ain't a job, it's a lifestyle. I grew up in the jungle, I'm a wild Child. Hustling all day for a good night out. And I'ma keep going 'til the lights out. I don't wanna be a player no more. This the big league, I ain't playing no more. Big house and a soul tour. You ain't gotta ask what I flow for. More money, more problems like Biggie said. Get rich or die trying like 50 said. Blow money fast like Ricky said. But hustlers don't die is what Jimmy said. Watch on dipping in the water. Billing up accounts, I'ma give 'em to my daughter. And I ain't even got kids yet. But try know my son gonna be a baller. Before I went on dates, I gave racks to My mother. Leave the house with a knife and Come back with the butter. Around my way, I'm like Robin Hood now. Every time I get a check, I bring it Back to the gutter. I'm still not far from The snipers. You man a baby, should be rapping In diapers. I am the trill, I ain't never Been a typer. One man band, I can never Do a cypher. This ain't a job, It's a lifestyle. I grew up in the jungle, I'm a wild child. Hustling all day for a Good night out. And I'ma keep going 'til the Lights out. I don't wanna be a player no More. This the big league, I ain't playing no More. Big house and a soul tour. You ain't gotta ask what I flow for.