| You love that hood that you represent
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| You bout that working and all that money spent
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| A nigga owe you every cent
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| My niggas hustle hard just to pay the rent
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| My niggas busting just to pay the rent
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| Cause bitches nothing we need or set
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| We reunite nigga when we spend
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| My niggas hustle hard just to pay the rent
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| NO’s my birthplace, thug water my T-shirt
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| I’m uptown in these hot blocks where there feens walk then this feet heard
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| It’s DJ on rebirth, fat boys on stakeout
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| No hard heels just chuck taylors
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| In case I might break up
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| Right now is drought season
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| Watch how it’s gonna play out
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| Last night two teenagers got killed up in Jose house
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| Feel like there’s no way out
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| Guess I gotta just stay down
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| Play ball and sell dope
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| Project’s my playground
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| D bought a new condo
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| He ain’t even sleep in his bed yet
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| Cause this girl all in his D talking 'bout bill he ain’t even pay yet
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| Thought how to be cool with it
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| Real niggas ain’t bad at it
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| These motherfuckers who owe me
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| Chopping off their head now
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| I go back like dro bags
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| Nigga Michael Jordan nigga 96
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| Streets dry, I came through
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| Lebron james Game 6
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| Drive lane right behind the back
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| Two cars back on my main drive
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| They Pulling on they find the bricks
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| Ain’t Worried Bout It cause my mane lie
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| On Two A pack too fly
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| Selling in the street no B by
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| Why they call it white president
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| Niggas all I see is this green god
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| Nigga I ain’t going to my mama house
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| Try being my mama mouth
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| Your trap boomin you ain’t rit up
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| You don’t need last for half hour
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| Tap for they owe me
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| DEA they want me
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| Still serve the whole hood out the town
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| Theat the prices like my compound
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| Bag landed me the touchdown
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| They was going for the touchdown
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| Nigga cask up before they touched down
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| It’s summer town my airport, my house light 400 degrees
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| Money long my bills high so still flippin money in these streets
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| Juvenile, I’ve been wild, big pistols, coke piles
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| Old Chevy, big wheels
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| Tight motor, gun loud
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| Don’t know hard
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| You a bitch nigga
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| Ten bricks you a rich nigga
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| Part time i rap nigga
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| Now out of town i hits niggas
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| Can’t shake my problems
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| Low key I’ll be robbin'
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| Weapon of choice that .38
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| Cause I fell in love in revolvers
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| I ain’t leaving no shells
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| I ain’t going no jail
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| I ain’t leaving no witness nigga
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| Everybody go to hell
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| Everybody had a struggle
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| Everybody had a hustle
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| This everybody who you’re fucking with
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| Nigga why the fuck you coughing?
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| Is you feel word?
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| Ain’t nothing word
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| Made a living out birds
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| Yeah Nigga that’s on my word
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| I’m from retracing palmer
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| That shit go hard like the Cali-o
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| Used to dream bout a million
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| But I woke up and count it though |