| It’s the year 2008, I’m getting kicked up out the crib
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| Steady contemplating where the fuck I’m 'bout to live
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| Mama died same year my sister had the kid
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| It was either feed the fam or get killed
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| So a nigga said fuck it
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| 5 of us puttin' up for one room, landlord straight buggin'
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| Roaches on the ceiling, living room straight thuggin'
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| Should’ve been left but the trap stayed bunkin'
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| Nigga yeah yeah, big time, big time
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| Ring so swole you would think it did time
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| Swear I told you niggas for the 5th time
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| I’ma get mine, yeah
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| I got a ring so big, call the shit big time
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| She don’t wanna fuck me, man that bitch lyin'
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| I’ve been on the get a billion dollar, rich grind
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| In the studio, I’m skating like a inline
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| Sorry I went Kristi Yamaguchi with the dope
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| Teachers called me stupid, now I’m stupid with the flow
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| Stupid with the whip game, stupid bankroll
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| Stupid ass nigga, getting stupid paid shows
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| I’ve been on the road
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| Now a nigga know my way around, yeah yeah
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| Big time, cuban chain weigh me down, yeah yeah
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| Flying private, I can turn the plane around, yeah yeah
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| These niggas pissy that we stayed around, yeah yeah
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| Part II: Another One
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| Hop in another one nigga
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| Get back in another one nigga
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| Get back in another one nigga, woah
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| Hop in another one nigga
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| We back with another one nigga
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| Came back in another one nigga, woah
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| I told, I told you all
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| I know how I’ma get mine
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| I told, I told you all
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| I know, I know
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| Hop in another one nigga
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| Yeah hop out another one nigga
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| Get back in another one nigga, woah
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| Hop in another one nigga
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| We back with another one nigga
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| Get back in another one nigga, woah
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| My wrist is froze like Kristi Yamaguchi
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| Skating on them, Kristi Yamaguchi
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| We wash a nigga talkin' at us loosely
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| Skating on them, Kristi Yamaguchi
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| You love the sound, uh, don’t fuck around, uh
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| 458, I dropped it in the Winter
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| Big homie asked a nigga what I’m down for
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| Looked him in the eye and said to do it 'til I’m bigger than ya
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| I’m whopping zans off, kicked out the house in Brampton
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| Had a nigga trappin' out in Danforth
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| Takeing TTC to get the figures, just me my lil nigga
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| Ain’t have no hittas with us
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| Was with the thugs, dealers, plugs, killers and slugs
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| All my niggas was plugs, all my bitches was dubs
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| Left me out when I was tryna make it did what it does
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| Can’t forget about the drought when they put 6 in my plug
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| Only thing I gotta do is get my mom out the mud
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| Only thing I gotta do is get it poppin' and blow it
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| Only thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
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| Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
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| I told you
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| Hop in another one nigga
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| Get back in another one nigga
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| Get back in another one nigga, woah
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| Hop in another one nigga
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| We back with another one nigga
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| Came back in another one nigga, woah
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| I told, I told you all
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| I know how I’ma get mine
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| I told, I told you all
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| I know, I know
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| Hop in another one nigga
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| Yeah hop out another one nigga
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| Get back in another one nigga, woah
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| Hop in another one nigga
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| We back with another one nigga
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| Get back in another one nigga, woah
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| It’s a 70/30 chance I won’t fuck with you niggas
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| It’s a 70/30 chance I might fuck up them digits
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| In the bottom where them niggas they ain’t fuck with you nigga
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| Now you’re up and they feel like they should be up with you nigga
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| I remember nights when I was starving and hungry and ballin' and bummy
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| And busted cause my car wasn’t running and woah
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| Doggy all I want is a onion
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| The game it was callin' me audibly like someone come fronted, but no
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| Niggas never gave a nigga nothing
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| Fuck I look like giving niggas something?
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| Made 100K this week, that’s on my dead mama
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| Spend a 117 and I ain’t even know it
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| Dawg I swear my coldest nights it wasn’t even snowing
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| Mama told me since a youngin' I would be a soldier
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| I played the watch out on the block you used to see me scopin'
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| Respect the shooters that said «Youngin' go we about to blow this»
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| Hop in another one nigga
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| Get back in another one nigga
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| Get back in another one nigga, woah
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| Hop in another one nigga
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| We back with another one nigga
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| Came back in another one nigga, woah
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| I told, I told you all |
| I know how I’ma get mine
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| I told, I told you all
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| I know, I know
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| Hop in another one nigga
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| Yeah hop out another one nigga
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| Get back in another one nigga, woah
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| Hop in another one nigga
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| We back with another one nigga
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| Get back in another one nigga, woah
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| It’s the year 2009 and I done found myself a crib
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| I ain’t got no dough, but I done found myself a bitch
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| Dollars and success is what my niggas tryna get
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| Young as fuck but fake ID gon' get me in the VIP
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| I done said fuck school, fuck the teachers and the public
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| I rather count this money with the thuggers and the junkies
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| The teachers used to tell me «Boy you ain’t gon' amount to nothing»
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| The only love I felt was from the dealers and the hustlers
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| We gon' do the most, so tell them niggas GABOS
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| Seen my nigga Harvey, he went and copped him a Ghost
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| Through the windshield, the centerfold on the door
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| Ten below on you hoes, getting dough on you folks
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| Getting dough on these fours, getting money and shows
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| These checks are looking silly, I’m getting funny on hoes
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| Funny how I’m stuntin' in somethin' flooded in stones
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| Put them honeys on hold, put them runners on go
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| Secure the bag |