| At sixteen had a Glock
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| Seventeen, homies dropped, yeah
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| I gotta get up in my dreams, I ain’t lost
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| I chase green like a boss and I get cheese, no deposit, yeah
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| I done put them G’s up on my jeans and my socks
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| I was just a teen on the block, in these streets, yeah, it cost, man
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| On the block, I was ridin', bullets poppin', yeah, no dodgin'
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| Now I’m lovin' all this money, and I came up off of nothin'
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| Dark night, couldn’t see shit, now my days sunny
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| Always tell me that they loved me, paranoid, ain’t no cuffin'
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| 'Cause I came up from the basement, now my pockets huntin', yeah
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| I was strugglin', I was buggin', I was livin' with my cousin
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| Holla Maja 'cause he don’t sell my soul, no Illuminati, yeah
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| I been sleepin' at the trap, ain’t got time frontin' new clothes
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| Ridin' around in the Rolls, we blowin' gas, I’m talkin' smokin' Ghost
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| I might head up to the coast, I’m just tryna see some more
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| Baby girl, she love my lingo, she wanna talk some more
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| Brazy chain, bling on like woah
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| Ain’t no red light, I just see the green then I go
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| Mama told me slow down, fourteen, here I go
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| Shit got real, I seen shot, fifteen, here I go
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| I’m still savin' for a Mas', yeah
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| At sixteen had a Glock
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| Seventeen, homies dropped, yeah
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| I gotta get up in my dreams, I ain’t lost
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| I chase green like a boss and I get cheese, no deposit, yeah
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| I done put them G’s up on my jeans and my socks
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| I was just a teen on the block, in these streets, yeah, it cost, man
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| On the block, I was ridin', bullets poppin', yeah, no dodgin'
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| Now I’m lovin' all this money, and I came up off of nothin'
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| Dark night, couldn’t see shit, now my days sunny
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| Had to starve, boy, I was complainin'
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| There was enough time to fix it
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| I was down, man, for so long
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| Now I’m goin' up like my digits
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| Life’s two much in the streets, they miss me
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| Had no love from my sisters
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| Writin' a check, oh I kept fighting
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| Gave a buck to my sisters
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| Never gonna stop until these hunnids reach the ceiling
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| Yeah
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| I got problems in the hood, I see they needy
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| They not ride-or-die, yeah, my vision’s turnin' 3D
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| I still hear them sirens, gotta stay up out here feedin'
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| I be honest 'bout my friends, they tryna envy
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| I’m countin' double digits 'cause I’m tired of stackin' pennies
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| Who’s gonna hold it down when shit get real, niggas hate me
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| Where I’m from niggas junk, this music came to save me, yeah, yeah
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| At sixteen had a Glock
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| Seventeen, homies dropped, yeah
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| I gotta get up in my dreams, I ain’t lost
|
| I chase green like a boss and I get cheese, no deposit, yeah
|
| I done put them G’s up on my jeans and my socks
|
| I was just a teen on the block, in these streets, yeah, it cost, man
|
| On the block, I was ridin', bullets poppin', yeah, no dodgin'
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| Now I’m lovin' all this money, and I came up off of nothin'
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| Dark night, couldn’t see shit, now my days sunny
|
| Always tell me that they loved me, paranoid, ain’t no cuffin'
|
| 'Cause I came up from the basement, now my pockets huntin', yeah
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| I was strugglin', I was buggin', I was livin' with my cousin
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| Holla Maja 'cause he don’t sell my soul, no Illuminati, yeah |