| Ayy, yeah
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| I sip out the cup, it ain’t driving me crazy (Damn)
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| This shit I took up, it ain’t making me lazy
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| I pop me one up and I keep going crazy
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| I’m filling it up and I keep going brazy
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| Man, I’m just a hood baby
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| I done came out the gutter, I came out the street
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| Got my dawg off the leash, got a cutter on me
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| I been drinking on mud and they crucify me
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| But I’m staying a thug, yeah
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| Stepping in Gucci, I’m stayin' down ten toes, yeah
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| I came from the dirty, I’m turning it all into gold
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| Anytime you come from out of the trenches
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| You get it, you go and get paid
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| Had to go out and shake it, I stood in the rain for it, yeah
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| Had to put them diamonds in my ring
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| Had to put my niggas on game
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| Ain’t never gon' change up
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| I’m going outta sight
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| Hit the bullseye
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| I been down bad in the field with no clicks barely gettin' by
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| Came up from nothin' and when I progressed my niggas can’t look in my eyes
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| Like you don’t feel my pain no more
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| All them times I was broke, had to go on them licks, man, you forgot it
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| Made a nigga heart more cold
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| I done missed out on love, yeah, it could be the drugs, yeah
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| Gettin' it in, I’m a hood baby, maybe that’s what it was, yeah
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| Bitch, I could get down you know what I does
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| My dead presidents in quarantine
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| Have a trap on Conley cooking nosebleed
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| Walking
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| Make 'em run it up like where the dope be
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| They respected the bosses, I came up
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| Never gon' change and that’s why they toast me
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| He talking tough but I ain’t going
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| Nothing but paper cuts is what I’m showin'
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| I’m just a hood baby, baby, that’s what it was
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| I done came out the gutter, I came out the street
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| Got my dawg off the leash, got a cutter on me
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| I been drinking on mud and they crucify me
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| But I’m staying a thug, yeah
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| Stepping in Gucci, I’m stayin' down ten toes, yeah
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| I came from the dirty, I’m turning it all into gold
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| Anytime you come from out of the trenches
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| You get it, you go and get paid
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| Had to go out and shake it, I stood in the rain for it, yeah
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| Had to put them diamonds in my ring
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| Had to put my niggas on game
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| Ain’t never gon' change up
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| I’m going outta sight
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| I can’t change lanes, maybe that’s why my chain swing
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| Won’t 'ccept shit from no lame, went and bossed up a no-name
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| Made a couple thousand, these cold case
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| Sipping syrup in the pouring rain
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| Remain the same when the hoes came
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| Fuck the bitch, crashed her love lane
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| How you steady spinnin' with no aim?
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| My lil' catching charges from dodging these cops in the projects
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| I’m straight from the 'partments
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| I had niggas wanna see me down, they couldn’t wait to
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| Rolling Loud, had the tool on me, had the shooters rolling up exotic
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| Don’t say you love me 'cause I doubt it
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| It’s just your vibe, I don’t feel it 'round me
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| Came out a stomach to a star
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| Took the Bentaga to the Mars
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| Whipped up the fresh job
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| Came from the dirt with scars
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| Trap me good before I trap me a slut
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| Geeking off raw no cuts
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| Popped the first 22 in the cut
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| Jumpin' off the roof with a bust
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| (Pluto)
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| I done came out the gutter, I came out the street
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| Got my dawg off the leash, got the cutter on me
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| I been drinking on mud and they crucify me
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| But I’m staying a thug, yeah
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| Stepping in Gucci, I’m stayin' down ten toes, yeah
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| I came from the dirty, I’m turning it all into gold
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| Anytime you come from out of the trenches
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| You get it, you go and get paid
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| Had to go out and shake it, I stood in the rain for it, yeah
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| Had to put them diamonds in my ring
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| Had to put my niggas on game
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| Ain’t never gon' change up
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| All them times I was broke, had to go on them licks, man, you forgot it
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| Made a nigga heart more cold
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| I done missed out on love, yeah, it could be the drugs, yeah
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| Gettin' it in, I’m a hood baby, maybe that’s what it was, yeah |