| Riiiight
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| Deuce!
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| Nothing but trouble, what they gonna do with us?
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| Street’s a motherfucker, ain’t no tellin who to trust
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| I told em show me the money, I wanna see it all
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| Been around the world twice, nigga I done seen it all
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| Motivation — grind long as it takes
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| This shit cutthroat, nobody is safe
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| I put my city on my back, nigga no matter the weight
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| And while I’m at it might as well give em something to hate
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| Lil gold chains, diamonds are forever til a nigga gone
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| I notice they don’t pay attention til a nigga on
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| Sex, money and drugs — I call it rock n roll
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| I was brought up one way, nigga coppin dro
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| I front myself and get it on the back yea
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| Woke up hung, movin set, tonight I’m goin back
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| Another day, another dollar, another night of weed and vodka
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| Ain’t no promising tomorrow so I’m tryna put my stuck up
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| I tell em watch my back, not my sack
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| That’s words of wisdom from my homeboy rack
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| If the niggas cut the check then it must be my callin
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| Put yo money up and crist on it, my pull
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| I been down this road before
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| Man, some things never change
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| It’s like you make a little money and people act like they know you
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| It’s funny how things have changed in a year here
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| In the city of gold
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| Gotta hustle to survive
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| Perfect day on the grind
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| Our mission to get nurture
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| Only to live and die
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| In LA…
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| Look, suckers pray, try and stay away from fuckery
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| A man before anything, I fuck with who fuck with me
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| Rain king, yea I weave up up
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| Money, power and respect, nigga we’s the mob
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| I’m on my job 9 to 5
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| Better yet, 5 to 9, graveyard
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| One in a million, against all odds
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| Little niggas run around this bitch for pays like the city of God
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| Lost angels, mentality is devilish
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| Make the witness disappear as well as all the evidence
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| Somebody call the ambulance, the nigga juicy killin em
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| Used to import the word, split em and deliver em
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| Paid my dues, owe it to myself
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| Street nigga, something I can’t help
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| Glock 26, 9 millie in my belt
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| Gamble with the street and play the cards I was dealt
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| I been down this road before
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| Man, some things never change
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| It’s like you make a little money and people act like they know you
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| It’s funny how things have changed in a year here
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| In the city of gold
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| Gotta hustle to survive
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| Perfect day on the grind
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| Our mission to get nurture
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| Only to live and die
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| In LA… |