| Oh yeah
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| Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain’t shit
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| Ouuh
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| Bongo By The Way
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| They used to tell me that I wouldn’t be nothing
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| Yeah
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| Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
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| Look at me now nigga
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| Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
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| Y’all niggas ain’t shit
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| They all act like they ain’t know bet they know now
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| I’m up nigga
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| If I ever said fuck you nigga I meant to
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| When you come up how I came up, life’s not gentle
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| See that tear in my mama eye, that meant the rent due
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| I prayed on it, God didn’t say nothing back
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| Saw that cocaine you had, we turned it to crack
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| Had a couple grams of diesel, we was just tryna make it
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| A brown sheepskin on, niggas was tryna' take it
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| You know the kind of drama that come with the leather bomber
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| Niggas try to jump you gotta stay with the lama
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| Suckers shit niggas get shot over some nah, nah
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| If niggas want problems I’m sayin' this no problem
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| I catch 'em on the late night and dearly depart 'em
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| Look back
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| Look where we started from
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| It’s all the beginning
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| They ain’t tell me why we come this far
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| Now they feel it in the air
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| When it’s 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
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| Driving down the boulevard
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| I remember when…
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| They used to tell me that I wouldn’t be nothing
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| Yeah
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| Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
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| Look at me now nigga
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| Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
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| Y’all niggas ain’t shit
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| They all act like they ain’t know bet they know now
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| I’m up nigga
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| I remember all the shit you said to me 'cause it hurt me
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| Then it helped me 'cause then I was down to do the dirt
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| See the knots in my pockets boy, I go the cash route
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| I see you with your skinny jeans, punk, with your ass out
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| And I got all kind of money now
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| Look what you made me
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| Got a different type of temper, man a nigga get crazy
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| My A.P. look like I done dipped it in water, hard
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| Like me when I done dipped in your daughter (GOD!)
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| From playin' with Hot Wheels to collecting cars
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| That shit in the duPont REGISTRY’s in my yard
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| Somehow the bullshit shifted
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| Now the motherfuckers calling me gifted
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| And I be like
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| Look back
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| Look where we started from
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| It’s all the beginning
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| They ain’t tell me why we come this far
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| Now they feel it in the air
|
| When it’s 2AM and the sky is filled with stars
|
| Driving down the boulevard
|
| I remember when…
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| They used to tell me that I wouldn’t be nothing
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| Yeah
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| Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
|
| Look at me now nigga
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| Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
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| Y’all niggas ain’t shit
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| They all act like they ain’t know bet they know now
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| I’m up nigga |