| I just put three-five in the Backwood, this shit smoking
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| I ain’t gon' lie, it got a nigga chokin'
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| I’m on all these drugs, got me movin' in slow motion
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| Don’t think a nigga slippin', bitch, you trippin', I be focused
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| I came from the block, it was a lot of pistol totin'
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| I came from the house, you hit the lights, you see the roaches
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| Whole hood told me I was gon' be that golden, chosen
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| I came from the bottom, bitch, stop actin' like you know me
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| You talkin' like you 'bout it, pussy nigga gotta show me
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| Shawty creepin' like a mamba but he shootin' like he Kobe
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| Doug say he just booked a show, I told him put it on the Rollie
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| Quaylo just say he straight, told my nigga that’s for surely
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| I’m living lavish, baby, I never had it, baby
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| Turned to an addict, baby, now I’m a savage
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| Pockets got cabbage, baby, I gotta have it, baby
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| Used to be tragic, we was shootin' in traffic
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| 'Member when the sun ain’t shine over here
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| I swear now I don’t see the rain no more
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| I don’t see the rain no more
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| I don’t feel the same pain no more
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| Yeah, heartbroken, all the killers I lost
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| We giggle 'bout 'em when them niggas get off
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| Look how my driller got off
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| Tear up the mall, we don’t care what it cost
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| Bitch, I used to get my drip out of Ross, it was embarassing
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| Granny used to take us to school, that’s how they caravan
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| Hated being broke, I’m selling boxes of Airheads
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| That’s first grade, fourth and fifth grade, seen it kick in
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| That’s when shit changed, by the sixth grade, dope game, stuck on cocaine
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| Pigs know me by my whole name, this is folk’s game
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| Mama know I gotta run away to serve 'em dope chains
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| You don’t know no pain 'til your brother 'nem get smoked, man
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| AndI got whatever, bring my lil' niggas home, man
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| You know how we operate, obligated he gon' gang
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| You know how we operate, obligated from close range
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| Rappin' ass niggas ain’t active, they goin' both ways
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| Wide bodied bulletproof truck takin' up both lanes
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| I’m living lavish, baby, I never had it, baby
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| Turned to an addict, baby, now I’m a savage
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| Pockets got cabbage, baby, I gotta have it, baby
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| Used to be tragic, we was shootin' in traffic
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| 'Member when the sun ain’t shine over here
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| I swear now I don’t see the rain no more
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| I don’t see the rain no more
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| I don’t feel the same pain no more |