| I came up robbin', starvin', Sun Valley 'partments
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| Copped the MARTA with some pennies (Yeah)
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| Handled my business, I swear that I hustled relentless
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| Bipolar from all of the killings (Blam)
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| Dope I was whippin', Ma tried to whip me (Skrrt)
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| She gave me a fifty for Christmas (Mama), I flipped it (Huh?)
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| Still can’t forget it, wearin' my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit in (My bro)
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| We still got evicted (Damn)
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| Car was so raggedy, it was embarrassin'
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| It was impairin', I’m blamin' my parents
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| Rode on Macleans before the McLaren (Macleans)
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| I had them starin' all down Maynard Terrace (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Did it myself, ain’t no blemish on my rep (Did it myself)
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| You can come see for yourself (Pow)
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| Watch where you step, mumblin' under your breath
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| I’ll hold a grudge 'til the death
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| Come by myself, I don’t need nobody help (Nobody help)
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| I’ll blaze you up like I’m chef (I don’t need nobody help)
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| Shoot 'til it emp' (Bow-bow-bow-bow), I shoot a hundred like Wilt
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| You keep a 30 like Steph
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| You better dip, mask on my face like I’m Rip
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| Cash cover me like a quilt (Rippy)
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| I come equipped, blue tips inside of my clip
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| You’d think my gun was a Crip (Flippa)
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| Drive-by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
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| Killers pullin' up in all kinds (Bow)
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| Fourteen, fifteen, twelve-years-old
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| Young nigga slangin' iron at nine (Well, damn)
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| Young nigga stackin' it proud, trappin' it loud
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| He threw a stack in the crowd
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| I say they jackin' my style, crackin' a smile (Hahaha)
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| But I ain’t sold crack in a while (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| I got a biblical past (Huh?), digital dash
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| Scale with a digital dial (Skippy)
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| Really put dope in the vial (Really), hid work in the towel
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| I put that shit on the Bible
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| Servin' my cous' outta town (Go, tree)
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| They said I was devilish 'cause I wouldn’t go to revival (Tree)
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| Gucci Mane talk of the town
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| Now (Tree), when I touch down, I’m sellin' a brick on arrival (Sorry)
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| I had to laugh (Go), it kept me from cryin' (Go)
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| Said it was all good, but I was lyin' (Lyin')
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| Stood on my ten and I did my time (Ten)
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| I done seen all these niggas switch sides (Yeah)
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| I know what’s up with these guys (What's up with these guys?)
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| They hate in disguise, dick ridin’s at an all-time high (Ridin')
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| Just by the watches I buy and the jets that I fly (Brr)
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| Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky (Woo)
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| I came up robbin', starvin', Sun Valley 'partments
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| Copped the MARTA with some pennies (Yeah)
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| Handled my business, I swear that I hustled relentless
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| Bipolar from all of the killings (Great)
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| Dope I was whippin', Ma tried to whip me (Mama)
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| She gave me a fifty for Christmas, I flipped it (Huh?)
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| Still can’t forget it, wearin' my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit in (My bro)
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| We still got evicted (Damn)
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| Remember them days (Days) I was stuck in the creek (Creek)
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| I had somewhere to sleep, but I didn’t have a bed (No, I didn’t have me a bed)
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| Jumped off the porch, I wasn’t going for shit (Not shit)
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| Had to tackle the block just to get me some bread (Trappin' was keepin' us fed)
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| I was the man of the house, had to figure shit out
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| Every time Pops went to the feds (Every time he went to the feds)
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| Had a deuce-five with no clip, I was bustin' that bitch
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| I was constantly puttin' one in the head (Constantly puttin' one in the head)
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| Now we got choppas with lasers and beams
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| We 375 (Brrt), 1017 (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
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| Wop came and got me, this shit ain’t no dream
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| Big Shiesty and Gucci like Shaq and Kareem (Gucci like Shaq and Kareem)
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| I got up and took it, couldn’t wait on a blessing (Come here)
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| Shakin' them dice, tryna roll me a seven
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| They threw the police on me at eleven
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| I been causin' hell, quick to send you to heaven (Quick to go send you to
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| heaven, brrt)
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| Can’t wait 'til Wop point you out 'cause I’m ready (Go)
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| Might rob a rapper right after a session (Let's go)
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| Give me them keys and that watch and that necklace (Brrt)
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| I need them Cuban links and them baguettes
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| Ain’t no more postin' on IG and flexin' (Nope)
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| I’m the one rappin' but steady be steppin' (Know I’m the one that be steppin')
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| I’m comin' late in your dream like I’m Freddy (Like huh?)
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| How you gon' run from a automatic weapon? |
| (How you gon' run from a brrt?)
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| I had to laugh, it kept me from cryin' (Lyin')
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| Said it was all good, but I was lyin' (Ten)
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| Stood on my ten and I did my time (Yeah)
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| I done seen all these niggas switch sides
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| I know what’s up with these guys
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| They hate in disguise, dick ridin’s at an all-time high (Brr)
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| Just by the watches I buy and the jets that I fly (Woo)
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| Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky
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| I came up robbin', starvin', Sun Valley 'partments (Yeah)
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| Copped the MARTA with some pennies
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| Handled my business, I swear that I hustled relentless (Great)
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| Bipolar from all of the killings (Skrrt)
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| Dope I was whippin' (Ma), Ma tried to whip me (Huh?)
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| She gave me a fifty for Christmas, I flipped it
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| Still can’t forget it (My bro), wearin' my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit in
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| We still got evicted (It's Gucci)
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| True stories
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| Facts
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| It’s Kingpin
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| Richer than all my enemies
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| Fuck 'em
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| Everybody cross me dead or broke |