They don't make 'em like you no more, mmh
You're real rare baby, got an old soul, mmh
They don't make 'em like you no more, mmh
I be a fool if i ever let you go, ooh

I meditate, visualize me thumbing through checks
Money bags full of cash sitting right on the desk
Putting these stacks right in my safe, as I take a deep breath
Got to see it to believe it, that's how you manifest
Same ones that wrote me off gon' write me some checks
But no amount of money ever could buy no respect
I want the world in my hands, nothing more, nothing less
You gotta guard your fucking throat, because I'm coming for necks

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