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Nate Good
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You and I
Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
(Yeah) Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
(OK) Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
(Nate, Good I try to tell em though I try to tell em though)
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
(Lets get it, I got you home boy, uh, yes, one time one time one time one time one time)
From way up there, you and I, you and I
My homie selling chronic while my partner squishing property
My DJ making them sandwiches so that he can rock with me
Mom grinding overtime under appreciated, damn I feel the pain know that its under alleviated
Feel like I'm under a microscope dopify my particles, so you see me pop up and lay them critical articles
Talkin' about who's the next and the best at beamin' with that potential, y'all pretending to like me is boosting my credentials
Had introductions with fans see Ive been equating with lavish
And learn to born it its horny we used to know you don't have it
I want bucks like in Tampa, never lower my standards
That's why I still got my eye on this little thing from Atlanta
I'm getting better baby, nothing is new
And if you tell me that you fuck with me
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Ill fuck with you too
I got the goods for you haters, I just stick to the rules
And when the mouths blue, blow the silver bullet and shoot
I'm like
Round two, man
Scottie always keep your head up, know the universe is rootin for us
Cause all the days we fed up, that'll never let us let up
Working grave yard shifts to reach the top of the totem, swallow emotion like I'm drowning in the ocean
I'm autographing my initials like the MVP, Lets make it sure of my reality on MTV
Until the death I'm reppin local in the DMV, They keep connecting from the Apples to the SEC
Too many tens I see, my brother swank and me just doing our thing
Now him and D-rock earned a scholarship and got that ring
Reality's fading we too fly for you to chop our wings
The celebration's overdue, bottle pop like kings
Im fighting lazy killers sixteens with gratitude
Never liked authority, and always copped an attitude
Never up for settling, but always up for roaming cold
Still regret it every single time a bum smoke
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