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    Walk a mile in these Louboutins
    But they don't wear these shits where I'm from
    I'm not hating, I'm just telling you
    I'm tryna let you know what the fuck that I've been through

    Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt
    Sugar cane, back lanes
    Three jobs, took years to save
    But I got a ticket on that plane
    People got a lot to say
    But don't know a thing about where I was made
    Or how many floors that I had to scrub
    Just to make it past where I am from

    No money, no family
    Sixteen in the middle of Miami

    I've been up all night, tryna get that rich
    I've been work work work work working on my shit
    Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live
    I've been work work work work working on my shit
    Now get this work
    Working on my shit

    You can hate it or love it
    Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I'm trusting
    Thorough bread in a mud brick before the budget
    White chick on that Pac shit
    My passion was ironic
    And my dreams were uncommon
    Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me
    Robbed blind, basically raped me
    Rose through the bullshit like a Matador
    Just made me madder and adamant to go at 'em
    And even the score
    So, I went harder
    Studied the Carters 'till a deal was offered
    Slept cold on the floor recording
    At 4 in the morning
    And now I'm passin' the bar like a lawyer
    Immigrant, art ignorant
    Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit
    Hate be inconsiderate
    But the Industry took my innocence
    Too late, now I'm in this bitch!

    You don't know the half
    This shit get real
    Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins
    What you call that?
    Head over heels?

    No money, no family
    Sixteen in the middle of Miami

    I've been up all night, tryna get that rich
    I've been work work work work working on my shit
    Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live
    I've been work work work work working on my shit
    Now get this work
    Working on my shit

    Pledge allegiance to the struggle
    Ain't been easy
    But cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffle
    Bags is all we had
    Do anything for my momma, I love you
    One day I'll pay you back for the sacrifice
    That ya managed to muscle
    Sixteen you sent me through customs so
    All aboard my spaceship to Mercury
    Turn first at the light that's in front me
    'Cause every night I'mma do it like it's my last
    This dream is all that I need
    'Cause it's all that I ever had

    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Working on my shit

    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Now get this work
    Working on my shit

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