| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on the streets…
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| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on the street, what’you say son?
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| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on these streets, what’you say son?
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| Time to cook up, got the California hook-up
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| My paper’s stacked like skyscrapers, gotta look up
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| 24 parlay, tryin’a do a show a day
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| Move a-half-a brick of Yay, get the fuck up out my way
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| OH NO, I don’t give a fuck again
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| Cock my UZI you might catch a buck, my friend
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| Guns and grams, you know that’s what we on
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| Servin' Zips in zones, that’s what we on
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| Movin' bricks and O’s, that’s what we on
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| Pounds of Kush to grow, that’s what we on, Yo
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| Summertime snow, that’s what we on
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| Countin' cash all night, 'til the early mizzorn
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| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on the street, what’you say son?
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| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on these streets, what’you say son?
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| A-1 Yola, Caine and baking soda
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| Takin' your orders, I’m the bolder promoter
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| Went from rocks to 8 balls, half Oz’s
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| Full Onions to QP’s, a afee to a half a B
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| Now I’m in the streets of the D
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| And if you wanna get money, then you’re fuckin' with me
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| But if you’re broke and can’t cope, write a suicide note
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| Cuz if you come short with my money, then your ass’ll get smoked
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| I ain’t no joke, don’t provoke the pistol smoke
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| Takin' penitentiary chances, livin' life with dope, bitch!
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| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on the street, what’you say son?
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| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on these streets, what’you say son?
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| Sitting down in a weight house, countin' the bricks
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| Duncan-Hines, Betty Crocker, all in the mix
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| Sara Lee, bake me a C-A-K-E
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| Rollin' through your hood with my shit off safety
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| Boomin' narcotics, Reel Life Product
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| Through Hell I ball, in gasoline draws, yall
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| Read fed magazine with teflon bullets
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| Schizophrenic, Manic depressed, when I pull it
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| Rubber band rapper, all my knots, sittin' in spots
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| Duckin' from cops, still servin' when the block is hot
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| POP POP goes the weasel, I’m diesel
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| Stuntin' on these hoes, like I’m Evel Knievel
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| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on the street, what’you say son?
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| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on these streets, what’you say son?
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| This is dedicated to the niggas who been down since day one…
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| Day one…
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| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on the street, what’you say son?
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| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on these streets, what’you say son?
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| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on the street, what’you say son?
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| Since day one, I been pushin' A1
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| Movin' Yola on these streets, what’you say son? |