| My nigga, I came from nothing
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| My nigga, I turned it to something
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| I stack up them bands
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| I’m with my bitch and 6 of her friends
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| They talkin bout lettin me get in
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| Will I fit in?
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| Let me in
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| I’m diven in pussy, I go deep again
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| Pop me a Perk, then I go berzerk
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| Ain’t tryna stay broke, ain’t tryna stay hurt
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| I’m born in that pot, I came out the 9
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| Slaven, whip it up everytime
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| Can’t fuck with niggas that’s droppin dimes
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| I ain’t droppin salt, ain’t sayin no names
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| Speakin on niggas be extra lame
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| Roll up that backwoods, then hit the flame
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| Check out my atire, now tell me who flyer
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| I’m all in that kitchen, Marlo from the wire
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| I’m wilden with that K, I be makin it spray
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| You start talkin stupid, we gon take off your face
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| Hundred Ps in the trunk
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| I can give you what you want
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| Get it all in a month
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| Smoke that nigga like a blunt
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| I been through the struggle, nigga
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| I grind, and got out of most of it, nigga
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| I hang with the hustlers, nigga
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| I got out the mud, nigga
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| From the bottom, you know what I’m comin from
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| These rappers was my roll models, that’s what I come from |
| See my cousin gave me a pack, told my uncle that I wanted one
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| I’m not frontin, I’m the chosen one
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| Never told a nigga I’m done
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| But niggas actin like I oh them something
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| I don’t understand
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| Come through had no help, plug only talked spanish
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| My niggas hold me down like family
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| Heart cold, on some savage shit
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| Cold nights, ham sandwitches for dinner
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| Lights off, keep a candle lit
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| Catch the lights off in a mantion, bitch
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| Extention coard, you runnin from your door, we take your newborn
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| On the road, the same one you on
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| Sellin three dollar signs, keep the keys goin
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| Had to risk my life, just to get something to eat on
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| Niggas askin how we doin
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| De’Shon!
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| I been through the struggle, nigga
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| I grind, and got out of most of it, nigga
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| I hang with the hustlers, nigga
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| I got out the mud, nigga |