| Hundred bands for a kilo, nigga
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| Yung Lan on the track
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| Ain’t no cap
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| Stuck in the streets, find a way and make it happen
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| Really came up on the block, I was in the hood trappin', ain’t no cappin'
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| Got some money, now they say a nigga active, started stackin'
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| I remember I was broke and they was laughin', they was laughin'
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| I was servin', makin' money for the rent
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| Really came up out that gutter, I ain’t never had shit
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| I was watching mama struggle so I started selling nicks
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| Started stacking up the profit and I flipped it to a brick
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| Made a name in the streets, feel like Money Making Mitch
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| Gotta watch who I be serving 'cause these niggas like to snitch
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| Remember back when I was hurting, now I’m balling like a bitch
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| Same ones used to curve me, they be all up on my dick
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| I’m a trapstar, baby, makin' big shit happen
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| And I know these niggas hatin' 'cause I’m livin' what they rappin'
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| All this money I been makin', went and blew that shit on fashion
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| Worked too hard for you to take it, try and rob, my pistol clappin', yeah
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| Stuck in the streets, find a way and make it happen
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| Really came up on the block, I was in the hood trappin', ain’t no cappin'
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| Got some money, now they say a nigga active, started stackin'
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| I remember I was broke and they was laughin', they was laughin'
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| I was servin', makin' money for the rent
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| Really came up out that gutter, I ain’t never had shit
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| I was watching mama struggle so I started selling nicks
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| Started stacking up the profit and I flipped it to a brick
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| Started stacking up the profit, then I flipped it to a brick
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| That money flowin' like a faucet, now my pockets gettin' thick
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| Put them drugs on the market, then I split it with the clique
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| Keep a pistol in my pocket, you won’t play me like a bitch
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| Might just cash out on my wrist and buy a brand new timepiece
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| Still in first place, niggas hate, but they behind me
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| The hottest in the streets, now the labels want to sign me
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| I know they giving tips, pray the feds don’t find me
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| Gotta speak the truth and I’ll never tell a lie
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| I been feelin' like I’m Jeezy 'cause I’m trapping 'til I die
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| Them used to be my niggas but I had to tell 'em bye
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| Hatin' on me 'cause I’m winning, I just wanna know why
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| Stuck in the streets, find a way and make it happen
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| Really came up on the block, I was in the hood trappin', ain’t no cappin'
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| Got some money, now they say a nigga active, started stackin'
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| I remember I was broke and they was laughin', they was laughin'
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| I was servin', makin' money for the rent
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| Really came up out that gutter, I ain’t never had shit
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| I was watching mama struggle so I started selling nicks
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| Started stacking up the profit and I flipped it to a brick |