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Rolling on my change, but I gotta come up. I be hustling, sun down to sun up. Standing ten toes, haters won't be taking me. I'm bout my cheese, I'm bout my bread, I'm Bout my bakery. Ain't no hurry in the race, That's a fool's game. Folks is turning on you, Only time that people change. All this fakery, I see these suckas acting strange. She ain't loyal, ain't no marriage, no last names. Gotta do my thing, running solo, no pack. Having nightmares where everything fade to black. I tell my girl, "Hold up, I'll right back." Steady smoking out, and then I make a dope Track. Focus on my face, stacking money bigger. Going through the race, making haters sicker. Get up off my case, only bout figures. Gotta get it all, never slip through my fingers. Gotta do my thing. Gotta Do my running solo, no pack. Having nightmares where everything fade to black. I tell my girl, "Hold up, be right back." Steady smoking out, and then I make a dope Track. Focus on my face, stacking money bigger. Going through the race, making haters sicker. Get up off my case, only bout figures. Gotta get it all, never slip through my fingers