| Remember when my first meal was school lunch
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| Now I spit a 16 straight with no punch
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| Remember all for dinner all we ate was Captain Crunch
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| Now we blow big blunts on the way to brunch
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| Went from good fella to commissary slips
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| Now I got back up man every time I slipped
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| Never ever quit, I just kept on pursuing
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| Teacher always ask me, what was I doing
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| Scribbled in my notebook and never did homework
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| Low attention span, guess these Adderall worked
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| Rocked Tommy Hil shirts, ones with the boat
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| Rockport kicks way before we even smoked
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| Used to have baby lungs, choking when I hit it
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| Nowadays lace a whole seven in a sitting
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| Remember back then we thought we growed up
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| Rushing at a kid just to be grown up
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| Rushing at a kid just to be grown up
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| Whoever thought I’d be the greatest growing up
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| I can eat a pound and shit sixty four quarters
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| Burn up fire and drown drops of water
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| Son, I told you I got them beans like Goya
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| Gone off them pills got me jumping off the sofa
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| Hotter than a Hot Pocket out the devil microwave
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| Model bitches begging just be a nigga’s sex slave
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| Exotic foreign garments lookin' tailor made
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| And when these bitches see me man they wetter than the everglades
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| Everyday same shit, me getting paid
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| Waking up, new bitch, it’s me getting laid
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| Used to take bottle back, waitress bring the bottle back
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| Now they see me shining and they looking like a Sour Patch
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| Niggas catch a heart attack, Newport soft pack never blow blunt wraps
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| But these blunt raps sewn up
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| Whoever thought I’d be the greatest growing up |