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50 Cent up in my walkman, Get Rich or Die Tryin'

I’m fresh to death I need a coffin

I used to dream about getting racks and valet parking

And now I’m signing titties baby we can do it often

Whoa, who knew how this vision would go?

Who knew, who knew how this vision would go?

Haters looking like a Disney version Raven Symone

You need a new view if you can’t rage at my shows

Whoa, I was taught to go hard or go home

That’s why I got the kid used to dealing with the full lot

I just come when I’m needed, you still come when you not

Cause she know you a trick and I ain’t Tony Hawk

Whoa, who knew how this mission would go?

Who knew, who knew, how this mission would go?

You was?

shit fell in love on the low

But just like a girl I knew my mission would blow

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I’m finally famous cause I’m chasing my dreams

It’s ironic cause I just got sex in the deep

Oo yeah, that’s right, yeah you can’t catch the beat

Whoa, who knew getting Benjis like me

Even if you asked your bank I guarantee they say Pries

Doing business in LA with a bitch with a crease

You know the type that gotta wiggle just to get in her jeans

Whoa, I’m reaching for the top spot

Everybody love you when you got the top spot

New shoes, new views, nigga no socks

Real life homie, this just ain’t rap talk

Whoa, who knew how this mission would go?

Who knew, who knew how this mission would go?

You was?

shit fell in love on the low

But just like your girl I knew my mission would blow

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