| Uh, shaded, and elevated
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| A big told yourself to those who said I’d never make it
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| Ain’t it something? |
| Started with nothing made it something
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| Still remain the project of the hood that I grew up in
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| I shine a little light on the West
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| Stop hating, you don’t want no problem with us
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| Girls be flocking, and jocking while we up in the function
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| My girl got a girlfriend: double or nothing
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| Uh, they call me Mann from the Westside
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| Everybody wants me like the next life
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| When I’m here I know you catch the vibe
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| Cause I’m fresh to death, and I’m extra fly
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| They wanna roll with us cause they see we winnin'-we-we winnin'-winnin'
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| And it’s a birthday party whenever we in the building-the-the building
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| We keep it going 'till the sun come up
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| And if you don’t smoke have a drink in your cup
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| Cause yup, we just shaded up chillin', shaded up chillin', shaded up chillin'
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| Yup-yup, we just shaded up chillin', shaded up chillin', shaded up chillin'
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| Tell your man «stop cuffing», that lame is comedy
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| You should join my gang cause I’m who he wanna be
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| You see me shaded up with all this money in front of me
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| And I keep nothing but the baddest ladies as company
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| That’s just the way we roll, that’s the way we roll
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| We can kick it tonight, but you can’t babe me though
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| It’s a one-time thing, please don’t get attached
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| You were just a victim, my swag on full attack
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| Yeah, ta-dow, how ya like me now?
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| Fellas love my flow, ladies love my style
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| Haters watch ya mouth, please don’t come foul
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| Thirty-thousand on my dick every time I smile, bloaw
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| Shaded up chillin', grade A+ women
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| Drink all spillin' on my shoes, I ain’t trippin'
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| Drink all spillin' on my shoes, I ain’t trippin'
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| Drink all spillin' on my shoes, I ain’t trippin'
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| Shaded up chillin', grade A+ women
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| Drink all spillin' on my shoes, I ain’t trippin'
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| Drink all spillin' on my shoes, I ain’t trippin'
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| Drink all spillin' on my shoes, I ain’t trippin' |