| My niggas be dumping how we solving them problems
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| Any means necessary no disrespect to Martin
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| My niggas be scheming, pull up in that charger
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| Leave some people bleeding, they turn in martyrs
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| On the block that we stand we get money regardless
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| Even tho doing wrong we gone do it with honor
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| Verse 1:
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| I grew up where niggas walk around with guns to they hip
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| South side get the money get the money get rich
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| West side took it from me i ran up with my click
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| East side niggas run in im fed up with this shit
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| Off Loucreta super lucrative is money to get
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| Rutter park after dark having fun with my bitch
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| David Reese 8 police cars i run through the ditch
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| 7 years in my pocket i got bundles of this
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| Every day is the same, chasing paper and chips
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| I can’t wait for a change i can’t wait to get rich
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| All im seeing is cane, weed hookers and tricks
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| I been doing my thang tryna get out of this shit for real
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| I’m out here posted up in Santa Fe
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| They say them cops done made the block hotter than gamma rays
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| They say them knocks after that white girl miss Mayonnaise
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| Lots of niggas in the kitchen beating up that Ana May
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| I bag up weed while watching anime.
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| Hoppin' they never kick my door in
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| And take me downtown asking questions
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| What can i say?
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| Can i live nigga am i jay?
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| The streets watching, i’m heat holding, just keep walking
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| Now i creep often, through the creek but 8 wit it
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| P.I. |
| Light rail station they up here train trippin'
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| Citation cause i ain’t have no fuckin train ticket
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| My homie scooped me in the Buick and we stays dippin'
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| Im on Mctavish Circle, just passed the curfew
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| Big bags of weed, big bags of purple
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| Over by sky parkway niggas blast to murk you
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| Comin out of the store if you beefin they come to serve you
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| My uncles banging CREEK MOBB they said don’t ever let nobody work you
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| This is you hood nigga can’t nobody ever hurt you
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| Hold the fort down protect this house like the commercial
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| And say it with yo chest just to make sure them niggas heard you
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| Everyday is the same chasin' paper and chips
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| I can’t wait for a change i can’t wait to get rich
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| Tired of seeing cocaine weed hookers and tricks
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| I keep doing my thang hope to get out if this shit forreal
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| Chrous:
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