| I been on the road so long, I forgot what kind of cars I got
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| I rap so much I forgot what kind of bars I got
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| Rose in the concrete, grows to the top
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| Son of a gun, raised by a Glock
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| Georgia Power was off I was raised in the dark I don’t know if it faze me or not
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| No telling
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| If I didn’t turn 15 I wouldn’t have been a felon (I bought it)
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| I bought the violence in my stick shift
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| If you don’t shoot or get shot at you ain’t go through adolescents
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| If you ain’t go through all the pressure, You ain’t get all of your blessings
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| What you know about not being able to re up going through depression
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| What you do about aggression, What you do about confession
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| If it wasn’t for my neighborhood then I wouldn’t be nothing
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| If it wasn’t for my neighborhood then I wouldn’t be nothing
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| If it wasn’t for my neighborhood then I wouldn’t be nothing
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| If it wasn’t for my neighborhood then I wouldn’t be nothing
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| Crunching numbers with dust heads
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| 7 figures in Buckhead
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| I get dough till its enough bread
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| Money tall so it’s enough said
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| It was toom poom, Baby amp and big U stand for upset
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| I can tell you where the plug at he over there where my cuz at
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| Say I’m under the influence I was down stairs where the drugs at
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| 40 cal, 50 cal, even my momma tote a pistol now
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| They call on that Crenshaw only thing we need is a mister child
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| You already know what this about, I shouldn’t be riding around with this amount
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| Cause I can take your bitch with this amount
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| And take her on a trip with this amount
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| I look like a lick, act like I’m rich
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| Talk like a whip, walk like a brick
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| Fly like a blimp, right over the public
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| If it wasn’t for my neighborhood then I wouldn’t be nothing
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| If it wasn’t for my neighborhood then I wouldn’t be nothing
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| If it wasn’t for my neighborhood then I wouldn’t be nothing
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| If it wasn’t for my neighborhood then I wouldn’t be nothing
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| Crunching numbers with heads
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| 7 figures in Buckhead |