I laid cuts with Jay and rocked rhymes with Run 
A couple mill in the back and I' ain't even done 
i got platinum plaques, I write platinum tracks 
I got it all from raps and that's the platinum facts...uhh 
All that and there ain't nothing I fear yet 
Sippin' champagne up in company leer jets 
5 star meals, Caribean vactions 
Everything's pluxh delux accommodations 
nationwide the stations vibe 
To the cat who covers tracks like the lace on thighs 
My ace is high there ain't gonna be no guessin' 
And I'm the illest mother fucker on the block no question 
I ain't destined I don't fuck with fate 
Self made millionaire while your bussin' plates 
You see I've already done everything you wanna do 
So what makes you think I give a fuck about you 

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Detroit to Texas, Texas to LA 
Who brings it to you, who ooh ooh ooh, who's your Uncle? 
Brooklyn to the bayou, across the southern plains 
Who brigns it to you, who ooh ooh ooh, who's your Uncle? 

I shot dice with the devil on many occasion 
Drank shots with God in an old gas station 
A couple accountants that count my statements 
Cribs all paid for, no car payments 
Rocked in basements for gas and beer 
And now I get all that and big loot to appear 
I couldn't steer so I got me a chauffeur 
Hired a chef cuz I was tired of stouffers 
I got over and people showed envy 
Cuz I couldn't choose between a Lincoln and a Benzy 
Fendi shades and topless maids 
I don't worry about clothes cuz their custom made 
I drink crushed up grapes that have been aged for years 
Your smokin' OP's drinkin' 32 beers 
I've alread done everything you wanna do 
So what makes you think I give a fuck about you 

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