| Could’ve been still up in the hood shakin up
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| Stickin stickin up anyone that would come through
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| Ma poor, I was livin up, middle finger up
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| Still don’t give a fuck, better man it was untrue
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| Straight livin better now, Gucci sweater now
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| Drop top the Benz, I’m the man girlfriend
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| So when they ask me how I do, I’m doin better
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| I’m doin better than I should
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| I know they all had me counted out
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| Gettin all that illegal money I would count it out
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| In front of a corner bodega I was down and out
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| With a gun on my waist for the haters I would shout it out
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| «FUCK THE WORLD!!"From the loudest mouth
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| And I meant every word of that and that’s without a doubt
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| Every day it would never change, just the same old thang
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| Tryin to come up with different ways for me to spray some change
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| Ramen noodles, beef patties from right up the block
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| Chicken wings, french fries from the Chinese spot
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| Good smoke, plastic cups filled up to the top
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| And dice games that I would stick up if I lost a lot
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| Say what y’all wanna say, that’s just how I was
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| Before this music popped I was a different Yaowa cuz
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| Like, «Where you from? |
| Who you know?
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| Where you goin?"Thank God that I could flow
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| I daydreamed about this on the stairs
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| With good weed smoke cloudin up the hallway air
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| Brown paper bag coverin the strongest beer
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| In my project lobby, now my lobby got a concierge
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| I remember all the winters troopin up the ave
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| Snow was everywhere, I’m tryin not to bust my ass
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| Walk the furthest from the curb cause with the luck I had
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| That disgustin splash used to soak me when the bus would pass
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| Now the bus look like an ant when I’m takin flight
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| And I could turn a boring day into a Vegas night
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| From that pint of E&J that I would chase with Sprite
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| to them pretty bottles of Ros on the way with lights
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| I fantisize, now I’m livin out my fantasy
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| I know them haters mad at me like «Yo, how can this be?»
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| I fuck, two bad bitches in a row
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| E’ry day I thank God that I could flow
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| Woo! |
| Maino!
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| Thank God I found heaven, yup
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| Peace sign, that’s me, throwin my blessings up
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| Could’ve been in that cell prayin they let me up
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| Daydreamin 'bout bein free, I’m missin much
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| Could’ve been six feet deep in a hole
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| Trapped in the game, the devil after my soul
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| Could’ve been in back of the car traffic and blow
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| But I’m lion-hearted, I found the yellow brick road
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| Now it’s plenty liquor, singles for these strippers
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| Goddamn right if she dime, I’m gon' lick her
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| Young dope boys, they screamin «I'm that nigga»
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| Send bad bitches, me and my niggaz!
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| Thinkin back on my worse days
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| Now we sip ch&agne when we thirsty
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| Hey! |
| I guess I’m livin like I should
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| When they ask me how I’m doin, I say «Better than good!» |