| Comin' up I knew that one day I’d be the man
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| Started up sackin' up grams and grams
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| Nigga had a plan soon as the money hit my hand
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| Time to expand, it’s time to advance
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| Workin' out the door, whole dope, whole sold
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| Got cameras see you roll out, my man purchase a whole lot
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| See you through the screen door, we ain’t gotta keep the door locked
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| Cause the.44 pop
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| Young nigga got a swag like no other
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| Right now we extort your brother
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| Pull up right there where your mother
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| Until your bitch ass discover
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| These niggas play undercover
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| That’s why I could never trust you
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| You know that these streets ain’t for you
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| I came here to make it double
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| Blue hundreds, they’re stuck together
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| My stones invisible set 'em
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| Get wrong pussy, we’ll check 'em
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| Boy, hoes I got several
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| If I fuck, they’ll let yah
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| They call me the street’s professor
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| I came here to give a lecture
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| Wintertime month, that sweater
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| Matchin' the Margiela
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| I’m fresher than whoever
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| I’m trappin' out the ghetto
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| Hotter than a tea kettle
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| I got racks on my schedule
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| Mike WiLL, he blessed the beat
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| Street money, bless the streets
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| I came from the era where niggas trappin' to get it
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| I’m from the era where we turn quarters to 50s
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| You from the era where niggas too lazy to get it
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| These niggas layin' down, they gettin' outworked by the bitches
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| Me I keep this shit consistent
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| My card ain’t got no limit, I’m spendin'
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| I’m with your bitch, it’s none of your business
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| Know that my cars is tinted, you dig it?
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| I love money and plenty of women
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| Jesus piece, forgive me for sinnin'
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| Forgive me for sinnin'
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| Jesus piece is on me, goddamn I’m gettin' it |