One Job May Change My Life.
President
Success I will Progress..
Reachin to the top..I will not stop..
I wanna grind gonna ride.. to where ? to what?
Headin to New york, San Diego city of dreams, city of lights, as soon as I get there I knew I would be alright.
Tryin to keep everythin professional, confidential
Enter my room im in command,,,,people lookin at me like man.
High heels top of my office lookin like a boss no more worries of the cost.
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