| Seven months, class act
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| I was racin' down the block
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| As a matter of fact
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| I could’ve been a track star (I guess I am)
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| I stacked bars
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| Comin' through your system in them phat cars (uh)
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| Cross country isn’t that far
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| It’s like I’m in the race, don’t know who you cats are
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| See one day I fell from grace, landed in this place
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| My whole sh*t erased from talkin' back to my momma’s face
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| Like I was lost in space
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| Without a trace, cuttin' class, bein' Mrs. Fast Ass
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| Gettin' blasted with dad, got caught up in the flash
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| My Nana goin' mad, had to make the dash
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| Saw a fell up in the streets
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| Did anything for cash
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| And anything to crash, in anybody’s path
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| Gave everything I had
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| Took what I could grab (check it)
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| It was just a bunch of open rags
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| This is the story in the life of a hustler
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| Running for the come up
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| No one ever thought I would ever blow up
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| So I guess I had to show up
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| Now everywhere I go
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| The people wanna know
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| They wanna know where I came from
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| Not havin' a pot to piss in
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| Stop and listen
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| I’ll tell you how I came from Rags to Riches
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| I remember sellin' coke
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| Can’t believe that I was poisonin' my folk
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| Now I let my throat be the antidote
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| Always kept my hopes high
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| Now mama don’t cry, cause I’ll be close by
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| With the most high
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| I was playin' Robin Hood (in the hood)
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| Little Red Riding Hood
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| Til' the barrel pointed where I stood (yeah, I stood)
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| But walked away like I was absolutely positively sure I could
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| Attitude on f*ck it
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| Some dollars in the bucket
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| Been scheming steady dreaming
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| For a chance to make some duckets
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| Caused a little ruckus on the sideline
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| Fully reconstructed every guideline
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| From the alley way to Cali, on the Grammy day
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| Went from disarray to mayday, mayday, mayday
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| Ran away from the sickness with a quickness
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| And went from rags to richness
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| This is the story in the life of a hustler
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| Running for the come up
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| No one ever thought I would ever blow up
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| So I guess I had to show up
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| Now everywhere I go
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| The people wanna know
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| They wanna know where I came from
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| Not havin' a pot to piss in
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| Stop and listen
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| I’ll tell you how I came from Rags to Riches
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| Man, I struggled so long
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| Did whatever it took me for me to get on
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| I wouldn’t let nobody stop me
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| Even if they told me I can’t
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| I said I’mma do it, watch me
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| And now I’m just living life lavish
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| Money, cars, and clothes
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| Yea I got to have it
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| It’s been a long hard road to make it
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| In this business
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| But I told y’all I’ll be the bestest
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| This is the story in the life of a hustler
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| Running for the come up
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| No one ever thought I would ever blow up
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| So I guess I had to show up
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| Now everywhere I go
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| The people wanna know
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| They wanna know where I came from
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| Not havin' a pot to piss in
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| Stop and listen
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| I’ll tell you how I came from Rags to Riches |