| Foreal dawg, I been waiting for this beat for a lil minute
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| Hell yah bih, Koly we got another one
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| Look, I’m tryna stay afloat
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| And keep my head above water, you could say a boat
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| See I don' lost a lot of shit, but I didn’t lose hope
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| They tryna pull me in the system, wanna see roped
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| But now they tellin' me, «Jit you the next to blow»
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| I’m comin' up, I got the rap game in a choke
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| I don' trust a nigga, they’ll try to play ya close
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| Can’t be fuckin' with these bitches, cause they love to do the most
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| It’s the white man world, no love for black folks
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| It’s still a dirty world, ain’t no point tryna vote
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| A different president, but it’s the shit thought
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| Ferro should of took the plea, but he took it to the door
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| I’m tryna make it, but they hatin' on the kid
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| I got an ice box, where my heart used to live
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| A nigga cross, I’ma double cross him
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| A nigga like me, don’t forget or forgive
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| I’m the type of nigga come run up in your crib
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| Nigga tellin' on you, now you want the nigga killed
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| Bill keep the steel, I just wanna live, got evicted, so I had buy my mama a crib
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| I remember when, we was strugglin', shit, I had to move in with my cousin them
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| I don' see my friends from yesterday, none of them
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| Now I think about, it used to be a couple of them
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| Shit I ain’t gon' lie, I learned a lot of stuff from them
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| God damn, I should’ve listened to my mama them
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| See the other side and I don' say what’s up to them
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| But he fuck with them and I don' really fuck with them
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| Sharper than a trim
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| Jumpin' out the gym
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| 24 Karot Gold dip on my rim
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| Now I’m gettin' older, now life kickin' in
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| Told mama look, I’m finally growin' hair on my chin
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| Mama your lil boy, just became the fuckin' man
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| I just dropped the 14, it came back lookin' 10
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| I just popped a bean, now I’m going Super Saiyan
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| You’ll sink like the sand in the game without a plan
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| See this the type of shit I live
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| And what these niggas rappin' we don' already lived
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| I heard through the grapevine that Kodak got a deal
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| See we been on our grind since Nova donk was teal
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| I’m tryna touch a mil
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| And buy my mama them a crib
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| We rappin' about this shit we really live
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| So nigga straight up, them country boys better play us
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| Mention Broward County, better say us
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| See we didn’t have shit, but a God-fearing mother
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| You ever see them suds in the tub tryna bubble
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| Them hoes show us love, but they don' know about the struggle
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| My aunty died with AIDS and Lord knows that I love her
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| I remember going broke with no clothes and no cover
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| Not to mention they killed Wayne and Purp, them my brothers
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| I been on my grind serving dime to them cluckers
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| My phone kang wanging and my trap going bonkers
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| I’m 10 toes down, with a 9 I’ll slump you
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| Call up my lil round from out of town, he’ll pump you
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| Get rich or die trying, so my mindframe is fuck you
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| Your chain look like mine, I ain’t lying, I’ll touch you
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| Coach these niggas crying on the line, call the huddle
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| And it’s fuck a nigga, and my mindframe is fuck you
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| It’s 24 boom, and Polo Pooh he comin' soon
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| You out of town niggas make room |