| Oooh, sittin' here thinkin' bout how shit used to be
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| Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye
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| About my shit I’ma get rich or die trying
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| Every man count can’t be a waste of my time
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| Really cooked the soft really came from the struggle
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| Off for two months easy days in the struggle
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| I never fumble only promise that I made
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| Ask mama damn near gave her ever comma that I made
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| Know its something hanging from that Somalama thang
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| Young life crucify you for that problem, we gang
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| Lord knows, it’s a body on the thang
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| It’s a body on the thang, lord knows
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| You don’t catch a body for the gang, you ain’t know
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| Lil caught a body for the gang then he told
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| Murder on my mind that ain’t healthy for your soul
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| Trackin' down a bag, gettin' wealthy on the road
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| It’s only right that I go and let you niggas know
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| I put you on you ain’t reimburse me for the zone
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| Makin model got me lookin' perty on the low
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| You ain’t playing nothing you just murder niggas low
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| Oooh, sittin' here thinkin' bout how shit used to be
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| Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye
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| About my shit I’ma get rich or die trying
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| Every man count can’t be a waste of my time
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| Up early in the morning blaze up a couple sticks
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| Searching for the drug cause this thang I’m tryna fix
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| Up go yay cray cray with the whip
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| Serve peach fanta couple xans got me lit
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| Eatin' up the interstate paranoid they might eat
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| Yeah them pigs hit but they ain’t find shit
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| Make them niggas see it cause they know my time hit
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| If you ain’t from the gang you ain’t welcome round here
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| Better keep it on you if you walk around here
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| All we know is murder get dropped around here
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| Keep it stitched lid ain’t no talkin' round here
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| It’s a couple real niggas wish they was out here
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| You pillow talkin' keep that sucka shit down there
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| Cause I die about mine, boy this shit really real
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| Young money and my squad pull up for the drip
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| Hundred shell gang I make you niggas feel
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| Oooh, sittin' here thinkin' bout how shit used to be
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| Damn I remember, goddamn I remember those times, aye
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| About my shit I’ma get rich or die trying
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| Every man count can’t be a waste of my time |