| I remember my dick was in the dirt
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| Man I could’ve took that niggas trap
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| Them niggas didn’t wanna see me with a bag
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| Now I got sacks, you niggas mad
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| I’ll get that work and go berserk
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| And I ain’t need the school or the teachers
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| I was on the block with the beeper
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| Put my trust in my people who believe me
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| Ain’t no bosses in my circle, man we equal
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| And we all strapped up, nigga, believe it
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| .223 knock down them trees
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| Have you covered in some leaves, don’t beef with me
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| In the 9th Ward, nigga, they play for keeps
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| I remember going out sad, I was in my bag
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| I lost like half a million on some gas, 12 was on my ass like damn
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| I’m thinkin' how I’ma get this nigga out this jam
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| I know I’ma keep it real silent 'cause I’m a player
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| I’m never going bad by a bitch, I’m taking penitentiary chances
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| I’m doing this shit to feed my family
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| I know she gon' fuck another nigga once her nigga get to the slammer
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| And all a nigga ask a nigga is that you don’t smash a nigga, man
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| I be like, damn, why you do that, you shouldn’t’ve even though about it
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| I know that we were having problems we could’ve talked it out
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| You see a nigga come from nothin', I gotta ask you out
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| Now a nigga the man in my city and town
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| I remember my dick was in the dirt
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| Man I could’ve took that niggas trap
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| Them niggas didn’t wanna see me with a bag
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| Now I got sacks, you niggas mad
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| I’ll get that work and go berserk
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| And I ain’t need the school or the teachers
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| I was on the block with the beeper
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| Put my trust in my people who believe me
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| Ain’t no bosses in my circle, man we equal
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| And we all strapped up, nigga, believe it
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| .223 knock down them trees
|
| Have you covered in some leaves, don’t beef with me
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| In the 9th Ward, nigga, they play for keeps
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| Now a nigga got their dick up out the dirt
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| I had to put my man on, 'cause I’m workin'
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| Nigga on us, 'til we chirpin'
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| When you get a thousand pounds we call that workin'
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| And I give nigga a hundred then I birthed him, yeah
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| I know you gonna cross a nigga out
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| He know I feel some type of way
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| Because this nigga will run his mouth
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| I tell him stick straight to the code
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| Nigga, don’t bend and never fold
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| Nigga that snitching will get you rolled
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| I stayed solid, I never told
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| I know that jealousy and envy played a part
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| In your heart from the start
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| I was real with these niggas from the start
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| Know you don’t wanna see me make it
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| 'Cause you told a couple niggas that you’ll take it
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| And I’ll blow your damn brains just for thinkin', yeah
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| I remember my dick was in the dirt
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| Man I could’ve took that niggas trap
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| Them niggas didn’t wanna see me with a bag
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| Now I got sacks, you niggas mad
|
| I’ll get that work and go berserk
|
| And I ain’t need the school or the teachers
|
| I was on the block with the beeper
|
| Put my trust in my people who believe me
|
| Ain’t no bosses in my circle, man we equal
|
| And we all strapped up, nigga, believe it
|
| .223 knock down them trees
|
| Have you covered in some leaves, don’t beef with me
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| In the 9th Ward, nigga, they play for keeps |