| Instead I’m on top and I’m countin' this bread
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| Sittin' in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
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| Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine
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| No roof so they can see me shine
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| Only a matter of time
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| It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine
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| No roof so they can see me shine
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| Only a matter of time
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| It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
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| I was born poor, but I’m a die rich
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| Ridin' in the 7 like I’m Pac in 96
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| Still rockin' with the clique I had to grind with
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| Went to war, flip nickels and sold them dimes with
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| Yea, I used to sell nicks of reggie nigga
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| I get the chills every time that lil' confetti hit us
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| North Philly skinny bull but I’m heavy nigga
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| They switched sides they was never with us
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| And petty niggas wanna mention my name
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| To get acknowledged
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| Hoppin' that we act like a fool and give them violence
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| I’d rather kill 'em all with success and give 'em knowledge
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| Then throw it all away for a sucker cause we the hottest
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| My momma crib big as a church I’m bein' modest
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| No sleep puttin' in work that’s how she got it
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| Bout it bout it I started grindin' when niggas doubted
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| Now I got it I’m drippin' in diamonds a nigga got it that’s gangsta
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| Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead
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| Instead I’m on top and I’m countin' this bread
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| Sittin' in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
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| Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine
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| No roof so they can see me shine
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| Only a matter of time
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| It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine
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| No roof so they can see me shine
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| Only a matter of time
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| It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
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| Out in Hollywood trying not to get caught up in it
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| Struggle was brought up in it, hustle, we gonna get it
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| This one is for my youngins going to school with corner niggas
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| Don’t get caught up in that boxing corner nigga
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| Times changed, it’s feeling like live niggas versus corny niggas
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| They building more jails I’m warning niggas, shots fire
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| Momma crying, traumatizing their mourning niggas
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| Them cops killing us like it’s war with niggas, it’s on with niggas
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| I did shed so many tears at that corner store
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| Man I spent so many years at that corner store
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| I see my niggas disappear at that corner store
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| When they was sleepin' we was there at that corner store
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| Ya and we was eating at the corner store
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| Coppers catch us and they beat us at that corner store
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| Shit we was toting on them heaters at that corner store
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| Cause they was ploting tryna leave us at that corner store
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| Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead
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| Instead I’m on top and I’m countin' this bread
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| Sittin' in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
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| Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine
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| No roof so they can see me shine
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| Only a matter of time
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| It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine
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| No roof so they can see me shine
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| Only a matter of time
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| It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
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| Its no roof so they can see me shine
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| Whole city came out just to see me rhyme
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| Started off in Impalas now its DB9
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| In the Aston like he James Bond
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| Who he think he is?
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| Diamonds dancing all on me doing the stanky leg
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| I hear them whispers niggas talkin' what they think he made
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| Think what you want you gon' think I’m paid
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| Shit he balling I don’t think he saved, shit all I did was think and pray
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| I got young niggas in the grave
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| They got murdered by a nigga that got bitter ways
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| They don’t give a fuck about us put us in a cage
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| Let us out with that parole man this shit a maze
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| RIP to Snupe, RIP to Scooter
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| RIP to Dex told him I could be his shooter
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| I tell Snupe they don’t love ya they just want to do ya
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| You see that truck that’s the feds watchin' not an Uber
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| Wasn’t for this music, I’ll prolly be dead
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| Instead I’m on top and I’m countin' this bread
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| Sittin' in the mansion, could’ve been in the feds
|
| Drop top even with a price on my head, woah
|
| It’s no roof so they can see me shine
|
| No roof so they can see me shine
|
| Only a matter of time
|
| It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
|
| It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine
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| No roof so they can see me shine
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| Only a matter of time
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| It’s dedicated, put it all to the grind
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| It’s no roof so they can see me shine, woah |