| Come roll with a nigga, get high with a nigga
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| Count stacks with a nigga, fuck hoes with a nigga
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| Back in high school we used to trade clothes with my niggas
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| Back when Icebreaker and Girbaud was like the wardrobe for the killers,
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| we pose for the pictures
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| Stunting on hoes, I stunt with my bros
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| Real go-getters, I swear being broke didn’t fit us
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| Like new T-shirts, new jeans, new hats
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| You know, spending gas money on everything except gas
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| Spending my last on the shit that won’t last
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| Back when 20 dollars would impress that ass
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| A movie and popcorn and caress that ass
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| Overdress and undress that ass, god bless that ass
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| It was me and my dawgs, summer on summer
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| Riding around like we dumber on dumber
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| Whipping that Toyota like it’s a Hummer
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| What happened to those days? |
| I really do wonder
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| When all I did was safe sex, latex
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| The first time I slipped up, wished I had a homemade aids test fuck
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| But I ain’t flunk once
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| Back before I got drunk once
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| I was smoking on haze, all in a daze
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| My homies would call and say «nigga, come roll»
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| Man, I’m straight up off the 7 Mile
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| They call that the better mile
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| Tryna get a house up in the woods
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| Off on 11 Mile, better that, one time for the D
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| Girls that hold me down Corretta style
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| And everything I want off in the world is a must-have
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| I realised that at the bus stop with a bus pass thinking «fuck rap»
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| Cause there’s niggas in the streets getting money under my nose that I mustache
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| I’ve seen people get murdered who ain’t deserved that shit
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| Cops should’ve protect-and-served and shit
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| But still pull me over, disrespect and search my shit
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| That’s why their attitude was «bitch, you deserved that shit»
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| Bang bang bang, how do you maintain the same brain and mind
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| In a city of AKs and K9s
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| When only language they know English and gang signs
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| Fuck it all though, I’m repping till the world blow, come roll
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| Sean, it’s good to be home, isn’t it? |