| Due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised
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| What, if you ain’t know this is DJ Millticket
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| The streets don’t really love you like I love you
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| Money over bitches is what I learned too
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| Can’t change on my niggas because they blood too
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| And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you
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| Pour up shots for them dead niggas
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| We gon' start something for them dead niggas
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| Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga
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| Where I’m from we take a chance nigga
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| Ohh, takin' chances
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| Where I’m from we just takin' chances
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| Ohh, we takin' chances
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| Where I’m from niggas takin' chances
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| Took some chances I was on the grind
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| Smokin' dope, toting poles, hangin' on the 9
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| DJ, ZDD, and Booda they people was always slime
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| The opps catch me lackin', pussy nigga stop cryin'
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| Lost Pluto and Vito, we mobbin' like Vito
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| For Nuski and Chino, got Glocks and kilos
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| Say I’m Hollywood, I ain’t got a grammy bitch I love the hood
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| We kill, never mind bitch he in the woods
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| Shot niggas, never got shot though
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| My bitch charged but I got caught with a Glock though
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| The wrong place the wrong time got you tacos
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| You ain’t shit in these streets without yo' nachos
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| No, no
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| The streets don’t really love you like I love you
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| Money over bitches is what I learned too
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| Can’t change on my niggas because they blood too
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| And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you
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| Pour up shots for them dead niggas
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| We gon' start something for them dead niggas
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| Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga
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| Where I’m from we take a chance nigga
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| Ohh, takin' chances
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| Where I’m from we just takin' chances
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| Ohh, we takin' chances
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| Where I’m from niggas takin' chances
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| How you loyal nigga, I can count on one hand who loyal nigga
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| If your gang, I can show you one nigga who loyal with you
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| Never gave me money never gave me shit
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| Never told me that you love me, always put my name in Hell
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| Never said free my name, put money up on my bail
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| Mixing birds, never gave me still, you ain’t even give me a chance
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| I’m like damn I got bands, I’ma split it with my mans
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| I’ma buy the block guns, drugs and a couple vans
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| Gotta be real to 'em, you can even ask the fans
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| And how I been through it all, nigga fuck the feds
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| Like duckin' what, real shooter niggas tuckin' what
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| And we was broke and we ain’t had nothing
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| The streets don’t really love you like I love you
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| Money over bitches is what I learned too
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| Can’t change on my niggas because they blood too
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| And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you
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| Pour up shots for them dead niggas
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| We gon' start something for them dead niggas
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| Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga
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| Where I’m from we take a chance nigga
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| Ohh, takin' chances
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| Where I’m from we just takin' chances
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| Ohh, we takin' chances
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| Where I’m from niggas takin' chances |