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I'm moving ahead, while you falling way back.
Like i be, in a Maybach, making stacks, talking to aritocrats, smoking
dutch wrapped.
I've been through scraps and scrapes, scrapes and scraps.
Drinking crushed grapes, with those who move real estate.
No aspirations, that's why you tailgate, while I delegate.
Functions and duty, plans of operation.
No mob ties, but teflon for the occasion.
Cause when you move up, people plan for your deflation.
I put this on creation, of my seed, that you will bleed,
before I take heed.
Taurus sign, I will stampede, on those who impede, on
my path of progress.
If you have religion, then I ask Lord to God Bless.
Cause my state of stress, got me seeing a bloody mess.
Waking up with red hands, but i'm not Redman.
These muddy waters will really pull you in.
So lace up your boots, who knows what you'll step in.
Luxury is for me, so ain't no half steppin.
Long live the cane, or whatever your proffession.
It's a big daddy thing, to bling like a diamonds reflection.
So see your goals, and head in that direction.
Keep it moving like motion, and watch the progress
and progression.
As you wake up surrounded by lavish possessions.
Blood, sweat, and tears, are rquired commitments.
To live above and beyond the outer limits.
You want it, you need it, so get up and go get it!
