| Asc boogie
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| You know its Mulli in the building nigga
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| Ahh look
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| It’s like I’m rolling round the city with a baddie in the passie
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| My brown ting from East, she buff with a big batty
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| Way before snappy, my nigga I’ve been trappy
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| Mummy used to send me stay at my aunt Jackies
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| My uncle Ken used to trap out the black cabbie
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| I used to move brick with my niggas and Matty
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| Running through the trap to bricks in rucksacky
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| Them times it was excel on my Nike trackie
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| Tracky underneath the jogger, the swag saggy
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| Low battys, doing road with the chrome maggy
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| Mare Street Maccy D’s with the big maccy
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| Or pulling up to Palace P in a black tracky
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| Couple, couple niggas in black ballys
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| If I back imma slap it, I bet it’s due to be tragic
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| Free him up, thats my nigga he been the baddest
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| I got love from all of my end and my akhis, trust
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| I’m from LF, my niggas that’s how I grow
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| Me, mummy, my sister and big bro
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| My brudda we grew in the same home
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| In Stokey right by the bestos
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| My pops weren’t around he was up on other side
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| I’ve got three sisters and brother, they from his other wives
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| Now he ain’t around imma hold it down
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| I pray that I meet him in, up on the other side
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| Mummy on the East, steady she raised a G
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| My Mummy is a G, she made sure we all eat
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| I came from good home but steady up on the street
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| I really came up around the realist of Gs
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| I was in my teens when I was gripping machines
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| Let’s fast forward to 2003 RIP to my nigga, that’s JD
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| First nigga to put a youngin' up on his on feet
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| I tatted him and the blocks all in my skin
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| And that was all before a nigga was eighteen
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| My OG ain’t seen his road since twenty-two
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| Them times it was a bag for two in the blue
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| I was just a yout though
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| Out on the roads and now we moving food
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| But I ain’t done seen a brick or two
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| When the clip was it was hanging out like a uz
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| Every other moon, the mandem making the news
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| Gangsta in and out the crib, that’s how we live
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| On the digits when we slanging a brick
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| Hella couple all in the crib
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| Real life we really be with the shits
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| I was rolling weed before you was calling the piff
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| And I was doing road before you hitting the gym
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| I was upso linking and
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| I mashed in my teens my nigga I did my thing
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| And still doing my thing
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| Did the realist of things
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| 04 on the wing with an aqua up on my wrist
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| Come home in 06 and my nigga just got a bid
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| And the realest nigga I know still in the bin
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| Free him up, free him up
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| Free him up nigga |