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This one for my people

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Lotta what, lotta what, lotta look

Lotta gold on my neck, lotta ice on my wrist

Lotta money in my pockets, I done hit a couple licks

Lotta hustles, I picked up, tryna make my people rich

Lotta people, change on me, always been to real to switch

Lotta women tryna cuff me, but I'm moving on my own

Gotta learn to love myself, gotta learn to be alone

I done been through hell and back, but I'm finally coming home

I write a lot bout love, my advice to you is don't

Telling me I changed, I tell her for the better

Stabbed me in the back, got me bleeding through my sweater

Had to let her go, in my cap another feather

Who's hoodies you gon wear, when you gettin rainy weather

Huh, everybody acting like they gonna ride

Put a hunnid on the dash, went airborne, almost died

Everybody claiming gangs until worlds collide

At least I got my people, when it's time to pick sides

Lotta gold on my neck, lotta ice on my wrist

Lotta money in my pockets, I done hit a couple licks

Lotta hustles, I picked up, tryna make my people rich

Lotta people, change on me, always been to real to switch

Lotta women tryna cuff me, but I'm moving on my own

Gotta learn to love myself, gotta learn to be alone

I done been through hell and back, but I'm finally coming home

I write a lot bout love, my advice to you is don't

I'm coming home with a pocket full of knowledge and popping off

Volcano state of mind, spitting lava to top it off

You ain't at the top it all until when you got it all

And take it for granted then fall, only to answer the call and

Make the comeback greater than the setback

Step above the hate so I can wave and tell it step back

Picking the pocket of Satan, paving poetic paths

See God in amazing paintings, the raining is fading fast

It's never been more clear to me, that all I'm here to be

Is a servant who is more than he appears to be

He's writing recipes that remedy the fears in me

By spending time to the people that are near to me

Tell me that I'm wrong and I will always hear you out

'Cause It's not about my ego, it's already in the ground

Built our castles outa broken stone, you know we coming home now

Without a doubt now, without a doubt

Lotta gold on my neck, lotta ice on my wrist

Lotta money in my pockets, I done hit a couple licks

Lotta hustles, I picked up, tryna make my people rich

Lotta people, change on me, always been to real to switch

Lotta women tryna cuff me, but I'm moving on my own

Gotta learn to love myself, gotta learn to be alone

I done been through hell and back, but I'm finally coming home

I write a lot bout love, my advice to you is don't