C.E.O. LIFESTYLE - Finally

C.E.O. LIFESTYLE
When I wake up
I say my morning prayer
They create the rules life ain't always fair
Rip out my eye lids
I see my kids starving
Send that PLUSH Vodka to ya club get it poppin
No show stopper
I move about the dollar
If a broke hoe getcha off ya balance
Call a doctor
Turn into a leechi for these benjis kinda sneaky
She wanna first class take a vacay to Okeke
Like a pirate drive the boat
$1000 water coat
When they left me all alone
All I had was some hope
I opened closed doors
That's the gift that I choose
Now I talk to GOD on 11th floor
Aint no more corner store
Ain't no more asking my partners
Can I wear they clothes
I'm feeling wavy
Im more in touch with my spiritual
Be talking to GOD on the daily yea
I'm blessed Fasho
Hungry for them racks
She like Chuk please pick up the phone
Ayoo leave me lone I finally got my own yea
Finally started real estate don't need to take no loan
Finally got that PLUSH Vodka
In the club making money
Finally got that Rolls truck glad I ain't loose hope
Finally got that book sold out at the store
Finally made it up to that hardwood floor
Orlando play the New York knicks October 24th
Don't be the rotten egg of the crew
I'm Humble but I'll shoot ya
Then I throw you out the coupe
On a quest to get a billion
I Stack
The money way up it ain't no celines
Was allergic penicillin
Now the spirit through my vanes keep me living
Wake up and see the sunshine
Sometimes I get to tripping
How I make it so far
Failed everything I did
I dodged the hate
It take the soul out these kids
I motivate
I just tell the life I live
Ayoo leave me lone I finally got my own yea
Finally started real estate don't need to take no loan
Finally got that PLUSH Vodka
In the club making money
Finally got that Rolls truck glad I ain't loose hope

Written by:
Chuka Okeke

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