| Richmond City
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| Soulful lil town you know, my soulful lil barrel of crabs
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| Check me out
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| Ayo I walked into the gas station clutching my nuts
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| Like what the fuck I need a dutch and a lighter habibi hurry it up
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| Then I strolled to the back and shit
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| I saw this lil nigga sagging his pants and shit
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| Stealing a bag of chips
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| I told him chill lil homie here’s a couple of bucks
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| If they catch you they’ll never let you go they want you locked up
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| He took my money and he still stole em
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| All I could do is laugh cause in the past
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| I went through the same motions
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| I grab my Arizona Mucho Mango
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| My homie pulled up in a new Durango
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| Got it from moving yayo
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| I said congrats homie you found your niche
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| And me I’m still chasin them riches
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| I was out to get since I was six
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| Speaking of six, it’s getting dark out
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| Let me pay for my shit and get back to the crib. |
| Oh yeah
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| Let me a box of cigs, I know I really need to quit
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| I’mma finish after this pack, I said it time and time again
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| Then I exit the store and enter the car
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| Fire the dutch hoping for inspiration to fall
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| I’m talking real life shit cause that’s what niggas be on
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| Then I came up with the bars of this song
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| A little paragraph of my life |