All I got left, young blood
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I don't need no money
Do it for me, man, the rest of your life
My son too young to know that he a prince
I'm so grateful I had him when I was rich
Growing up, having nothing was a bitch
I'll tell him 'bout it though, he ain't gon' have to experience
The scattered mind gave Priest his last scholarship
They wanted him to lay it all on the line again
But love made him do it, gloves on when they moved it
They ain't want they fingerprints sticking to it
Quarter link, mink in the passenger seat of my homie Buick
I got a call about a bag and he gon' bring me to it
Record label offices, I been through 'em
They give you a million, then they treat you like a second class citizen
And I'm here to tell you, you could be as big as them
Or even bigger than, just cut out the middleman
It take hearts, it take smarts
It take a boss to learn from taking a loss
It takes heart, it takes smarts
It take a boss to learn from taking a loss
It takes heart, it takes smarts
It take a boss to learn from taking a loss
Uh, I keep 'em stashed around the city
Middle of the night, I got a bad thing ridin' with me
Or maybe two, they ain't tripping
I'll never let a pussy nigga trick me out of my position
A lot of lives is riding on my existence
I get high and plot on how to keep gettin' it
A lot of niggas 'round you not really your niggas
Like they allergic to doing credible business
It's a sickness, no kidding
That's a Bentley, no ceilings
That's a friendly, don't steal 'em
I put rims on both Benzes, neither one of 'em driven
In the studio, too busy, damn
It takes heart, it takes smarts
It takes a boss to learn from taking a loss
It takes heart, it takes smarts
It take a boss to learn from taking a loss
It takes heart