| I know I ain’t worried, I ain’t stressin' 'bout no money
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| I do shit for niggas and they act like they don’t love me
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| When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me
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| Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry
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| Shoot somethin'
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| How you 'round me always broke, don’t wanna do nothin'?
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| And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred
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| And that’s a cluck move
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| Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you
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| And I grew up 'round them youngins, I said fuck school
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| Only me and you was trappin', we had much room
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| And I was zoned off them perkies, you off mushrooms
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| And I told 'em if they touch you they in trouble
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| Ain’t no city like Chicago 'cause we home of them gangsters
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| Rob everything that move, we was pullin' them capers
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| I’m talking dice games
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| When bro 'nem opened up the trap, I seen them hypes came
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| My two hoes stay with some strap, it’s a dyke thing
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| Got a hundred on my neck
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| Hundred on my wrist, Audemar, no Patek
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| Came from the bottom, yeah I felt the neglect
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| Juvenile nigga, I was desperate for sex
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| I know I ain’t worried, I ain’t stressin' 'bout no money
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| I do shit for niggas and they act like they don’t love me
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| When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me
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| Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry
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| Shoot somethin'
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| How you 'round me always broke, don’t wanna do nothin'?
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| And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred
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| And that’s a cluck move
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| Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you
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| She was VHS, rockin' VVS’s
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| Steady catchin' blessings, I don’t get rejected
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| Homicides got worser, body count went up
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| Can’t ride around regular, car tinted up
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| The way this fifty blowin' you would think it was ten of us
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| I talked to Lauren and jail call in the Bentley truck
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| Heard that rumor I got shot and I got hemmed up
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| Even though I’m ten toes, won’t give near' fucks
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| Hoodie on, skully on, mob Corleone
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| And they couldn’t find a witness, Von gon' be home
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| He ain’t wanna keep attendance 'cause his days was long
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| Came from nothing, who’d of thought what we’d get paid for shows?
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| I know I ain’t worried, I ain’t stressin' 'bout no money
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| I do shit for niggas and they act like they don’t love me
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| When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me
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| Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry
|
| Shoot somethin'
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| How you 'round me always broke, don’t wanna do nothin'?
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| And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred
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| And that’s a cluck move
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| Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you |