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My names Charles Berry Im about the grind hard work Bad Bitches Big bottles Purple drank green that stank get money get money god faith all u need is a million dollar brain you dont need nothing else! I'm a chase my dream Coming to America like Prince Akeem I ain't never give a fuck then I seen High definition to get what's forever given But nothing was never given I build it from ground up I started out form my basement and builded my house up I'm rich off opportunity, money gon' pile up My swag on a hundred mill, how the stylist gon' style us Caught up in the light, caught up in the life I see youngin on the corner with a quarter of that white He just tryna chase his dream plus his daughter needs some wipes And some pampers so he don't give a fuck about the slammer He just tryna stay alive, clutching on his hammer World full of problems, ain't nobody gotta answer Mommy in the grave, daddy gettin' high Bills steady rollin' in, he barely gettin' by Same clothes everyday, he barely gettin' fly Erryday he wake, he just swear to do his job What that is? Chasin' dreams, time is tickin' so it seems On his downtime he's spittin' and he's sick, his flow is mean He just want his real chance, no reality show But the graveyard the jail cell, reality though Crack house was his crib, the streets fathered him though And he ain't got a twitter page but you can follow him