| Helluva made this beat, baby
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| True story
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| Based on true events
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| I was like thirteen (Young), saw my uncle trappin' (Unc')
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| Pulled him to the side, told him, «Show me how to bag it» (How you do that?)
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| He like, «When you get that money, nigga, stack it» (For lawyers and shit)
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| He gave me that bag, I jumped in traffic
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| And my grandma like, «Quit runnin' out my house, lil' boy, you in or out?
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| «(Close the door)
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| I pulled out them racks, give her a stack, after that I ain’t hear her mouth
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| (Here, granny)
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| Granddad wasn’t fuckin' with it, I’m like, «Granddad, hear me out (Man)
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| Ain’t nobody gon' give us shit (They ain’t)
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| Go on 'head, let me get this shit» (Let me get it)
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| He like, «Fuckin' with your uncle gon' get you in trouble» (No)
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| I’m like, «Fuckin' with my uncle gon' make this shit double» (Get money)
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| I got clientele that stretch from Southfield down to Hudson (I'm on)
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| I’m young, but ain’t nobody gon' take nothin', I got muscle (They gon' die)
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| Come in short or tryna cop on credit, that shit dead (That's over)
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| You can’t show no weakness in these streets, go bust his head (Go kill 'em)
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| Way before they came out with the kush I had the regs (The corns)
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| Come and get a pound off the bale, bring a band, ayy (Pull up, nigga)
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| Had to throw it runnin' from the cops, I need another Glock (Damn)
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| Answerin' my phone, not sayin', «Hello», I’m sayin', «How much you got?
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| «(How much you got, bro?)
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| Callin' my lil' plug, goin' off, like, «Where the fuck you at? |
| (Man)
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| That work that I just got ain’t jumpin' back, I need my money back»
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| (I'm 'bout to pull up)
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| I was on the block, bitch, trappin' with my pistol (Trappin')
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| Wasn’t goin' to school, I was trappin' with my pistol (Fuck that, I’m trappin')
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| Wasn’t fuckin' with hoes, I was trappin' with my pistol (Fuck that,
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| I’m trappin')
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| The whole hood know that I was trappin' with my pistol (I'm out here)
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| Watchin' Fresh Prince, I need a crib like Uncle Phil (I need it)
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| Feds came and kicked my granny door, it’s gettin' real (Buck)
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| My pops came and got me, he like, «Nigga, you a kid, be a kid»
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| And that’s exactly what I did, I just quit trappin' |