| I was piss poor, water used to leak in my place
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| first we struggled then we hustled till the paper got straight
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| Copped weight, place got straight then we chopped it up bagged it twelve
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| twelves five eight’s
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| 24/7 on my Kane shit, no half steppin'
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| for protection kept my weapon always
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| we grind hard and we hopin to catch a charge
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| 2 lawyers, Frank Minyard on the case
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| spank that then we straight
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| I’m a neighbourhood legend, Benz waggin with the hatchback
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| that was way back before the contract
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| my right hand had a red ac legend
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| and we stay smokin reefer having marijuana sessions
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| we had your bitches gettin high catching contact
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| any problem with you guys nickel nine that
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| bring my hood everywhere I’m at
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| I define reppin
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| We from the bottom now we shining with jewels
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| we keep on grinding and we rhyme like we got something to prove
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| but don’t follow me, follow my moves yung’un
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| don’t follow me follow my moves yung’un
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| We from the bottom and we grind with tools
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| make money everyday, candy paint with jewels nigga
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| don’t follow me follow my moves yung’un
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| don’t follow me follow my moves yung’un
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| Fresh paint, (?) hundred rags on the Harley
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| and we grind every day big mansions and ferrari’s
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| uptown nigga where it all started
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| big money big guns out the hallways
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| went to hood in something new stuntin everyday
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| blowing purple haze with a hundred cake
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| with a hundred B’s all stacking cheese YM CMB
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| with the Louie frames with the curtains back
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| in the new phantom stunting like laid back
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| born rich, hood rich, cash money, more shit
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| MOB UPT, spent a mill on some keys, candy leather seats
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| project life, tatts and fleets
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| hundred mill, it’s what we eat
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| Put up, shut up, y’all niggas run up
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| tag you with the burner for the number 1 stunna
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| y’all niggas never had flows like freezer
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| nigga please you’ll never have cheese like baby
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| keys to the phantom not the keys to the mercedes
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| last of the Mohicans, I’ll be sleeping with the cannon
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| I’ll wake with it on and quake it on whoever’s drawn
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| you play with it on, I stay with it on
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| nigga try me, put the cannon to his wig
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| if he eating now he creeping bring the cannon to his crib
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| no doubt we will go on route
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| we move out for the money dummy this is how we live
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| this is Birdman and Philly free
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| we are eating getting money off of words man
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| came along way from flipping birds man
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| if y’all niggas hatin just let it be |