| I was young and used to think of cap guns back when I was havin' fun
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| Now I’m caught up in this rap shit, gamblin' my life for one
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| Lookin' back at shit from my past, it ain’t much I haven’t done
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| Tryna learn from mistakes like my last one 'cause I got a son
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| Started off just shootin' baskets, then we was ditchin' classes (Ayy)
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| Smokin' gas and havin' fistfights later turned to blastin' (Bah)
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| Grew up, got immune to madness, you couldn’t even imagine
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| Broski ain’t get to see my mansion, I carried his casket (Damn)
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| Went and did time, until he got back, I carried his ratchet
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| I was trappin', ain’t unwrap it, it stayed in the plastic
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| Tellin' broski, «Wear a mask,» 'cause it played with his asthma (Woo)
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| Gage wasn’t even five foot seven, he carryin' plasmas
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| Could’ve went to school in Dallas and played for the Mavericks
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| Instead, I adapted to Essex and stayed with the savages (Uh)
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| Mama said stay where I’m at, don’t come back, she ain’t havin' it
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| Now when she ask for the racks, it’s five k on the average
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| Look at how they had us (They had us), look at all those tragedies
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| Hell yeah, we start trappin' shit, look at all us raggedy
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| Thank my OG for havin' me (For havin' me)
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| Fried bologna when I had to eat (When I had to eat)
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| All of my teens, I was ridin' the streets (I was ridin')
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| Now we the richest they got over east (Ayy)
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| Never forgot who was laughin' at me
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| Know before rap, I was strapped with the heat
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| Know all the niggas was clappin' at me (Clappin' at me)
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| Never told police what happened to me (What happened)
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| Ninety hollows when we clap at the G (Krah)
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| Never reply to who rappin' to me (Uh)
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| Never was askin' for drama
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| Just stayed in a spot where it’s that catch me lack, shit’ll squeeze
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| One to the back, he collapsed to his knees
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| Ain’t have to give him that extra fifteen (Grrah)
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| If I would’ve died in my prime, news would’ve said that he just was a teen
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| But I was a teen out doin' some reckless things
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| I had a strap in my jeans
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| Shout out 2013 (Ayy)
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| That’s when I lost Kobe and Peewee (Kobe and Peewee, ayy)
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| I kept a Glizzy, a 23
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| Folks saw the opps with the 3D (Uh)
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| That’s my kinfolk, we ain’t GD (Uh)
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| My chain got rocks like BBs, Maybach seats got TVs
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| My C Money rose with VVS
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| The opp hoes know all my CDs (You know them)
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| The opps damn near wanna be me
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| Gotta go the other way when they see me
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| If a nigga broke, how he gon' see me? |
| (Pussy)
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| Gave niggas hope, why else they need me?
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| I be everywhere, probably Bahimi (Probably)
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| Bitches partyin' all in bikinis
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| Baby, I don’t even drink martinis (Uh-uh)
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| Exotic pack, got a hat like a genie (Uh-huh, what?)
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| Smokin' Backs for my stress, let it ease me (Ayy)
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| Gotta make this boss shit look easy
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| But you know it’s everything but easy (Everything)
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| Money over everything, it please me (Over everything)
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| Money go and everything gon' leave me (Everything)
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| Where was they before my watch was freezy? |
| (Huh?)
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| To get what they want, watch 'em deceive me (Watch 'em deceive me)
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| They don’t even know me, how they believe me? |
| (How they believe?)
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| Sometimes I be thinkin' from me to me, it be hard for somebody else bein' me
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| Back and forth, tryna balance the Ms, my lovers and friends, I’m caught in a
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| frenzy
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| Thinkin' what my mama was sayin' about all of my friends, now all of 'em dead
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| (Damn)
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| Wishin' I can call them again, do it all again, but it’s all in my head (Damn)
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| Was it really wrong what we did?
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| If we ain’t go as hard as we did, probably all’ll be dead
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| Lean on each other, came through for another, that’s all that we had
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| They don’t understand, so callin' my lawyer again, that’s all that we said
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| Everywhere we stand, them people was on us for playin' them corners again
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| But they don’t understand |