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[Hook] So we made it to this same end of the road And we picked up lots of chicks and pots of gold How I made it out with my soul [Verse 1] Ashtrays and cigarettes, last days, indigenous people These are adventures of young black millionaires I am the voice of the meek and underprivileged The smell of success, I want y'all to get a whiff of this On the move like black slaves through the wilderness I write it, and still get invited to white Christmases When I was born, three wise men came to visit us One a hustler, one a king, one a prisoner They cracked the bottle then started giving gifts You from Chicago, we want you to deliver this Show the walking dead who the true and living is Separate the fake from who the real reals is Hot tub time machine, back to the Sybaris Hats from liquor stores to avoid syphilis Frivolous spending, drunk nights with storybook endings I guess it's my addiction to women I was in France, in to see Hennessy blending Writing my own scripts like I'm Tennessee Williams Now it's new beginnings like a born again Christian On the mic, victorious, story is


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