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I slide a hundred 'cross the bar, order PBRs
The bartender slides it back
Says, "I'm a fan, Spizz, your drinks are on me"
I said, "You're the man!"
He said, "You're the man!"
Dapped him up
Funny how it happens, huh?
Now that being broke's history
Everybody giving free shit to me
Like last week, I'm at Olive Garden
Wine bottles on tablecloths
Balling out like tea baggin'
I'm paid, I copped Alfredo sauce
The manager comes up
Says, "Spose, we love all your stuff, it's on the house"
I said, "No doubt, that's dope"
But where was this shit when I was broke?
Could've used a free meal back in 2006
When I only came here January every year
With my Christmas gift certificates
Now that the money's stacked up
Everybody wanna hook it up
'Cause ever since I started making money off music
It's like I don't even have to use it
Everybody give me free shit
They covered my whole dinner at the oyster barb
But back in the day in '08
I was scrapping by an eighth [?] coinstar
It's a paradox, like two wharfs
'Cause now I got my own cheese
But the price tags all disappeared
Like evidence against police
Man, I used to have to shop at GoodWill (Bro)
But now that my music make a profit (Dope)
Everybody give me free shirts, free hoodies when I see 'em
Now I need another closet
I appreciate it, everybody when they see me
They give me free weed to smoke

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