| I came from the bottom of the barrel
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| To everyday new apparel, from a shoe string budget
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| To more jewelry than a pharaoh
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| About a place called Vallejo
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| House smaller than that hut
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| First city in California to go bankrupt
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| Came a long way let the truth be told
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| Penitentiary chances sweatin' over the stove
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| Seen 'em come and go, I’m the last of my crop
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| Don’t compare me to nobody less ya talkin' bout Pac
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| Just tryin' to survive and stay alive
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| So many of my people done died
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| Now days, you an OG, if you live to be 25
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| My partner in there with his grand daddy, doin' 25
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| Liftin' water bags, doin' Burpees exercise
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| I hand pick my friends, cause people ain’t trustable
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| Feelings like bras, their motives is questionable
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| Suckers sneak diss me then call me up on the phone
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| They say 40 Water I just wanna be on
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| Yeah
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| Hey yo 40
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| Let me talk to you for a minute, homie
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| They say money make the world go round
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| And since I’m worth 20 mil
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| I wanna see this bitch spin like the rims on a Schwinn
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| Hop on that bike, ride through the neighborhood
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| Compton on smash, them boys get cash
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| Money like Baby do, I gotta scar over my heart
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| Cause that’s what hatin’ll do
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| So watch ya back like a tattoo artist
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| A coffin don’t give a fuck about who the hardest
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| You lay with the people who more pray
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| Get ya name etched in stone, witcha born day
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| Small talk over a glass of Grand Marnier
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| As I sip from the class, my mind starts packin' his Louis Vatton bags
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| Take a trip to the past, hear that shot gun blast
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| See my brother lying dormant, IV’s in his arm
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| Can’t you see he got piss bag?
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| 17 years old and you niggas wonder why I’m so cold
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| Let me get a fifth of Celandia
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| Plate of some candy
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| Cindy, Sandy, Mindy, Mandy
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| Tina, Brandy, Keisha, Angie
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| Man we, can we, all get a long
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| Two shots of patron
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| I did it till the break of dawn
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| Big fish in the pond, runnin' my triathalon
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| Doggy dogg, keep the bomb
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| One of a kind, blow yo mind just like Einstein
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| Blow and shine
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| I’m gettin mine, prime time like 21
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| Get 'er done, Everything in my life I make it look like fun
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| Every day of my life, I’m tryin' to get my buzz on
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| Cuz on, some on other shit, I’m keepin' it on the under, bitch
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| So much pain I over came, same thing
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| Me and 40 and Game came from the same gang
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| But you wouldn’t understand
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| I’m populatin' wit my weakest translation
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| That’s my main mane, let me hit that damn thang |