| Relate to ya
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| I can’t if you’s a fake nigga
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| Where level 4 in the state is what your mistakes get ya
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| Rap niggas they just wanna double date with you
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| Twitpic and show these hoes that they affiliate with you
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| Labels used to treatin rappers like a slave, nigga
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| Starvin artist «just be happy with your fame nigga»
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| Shit changed, now it’s such a different game
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| All the niggas like myself is controlling everything
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| If you, pay attention see exactly what I mean
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| Fucc the middleman, I said that in 2003
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| Was 18, White Lincoln, chrome feet
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| Black .40 was my pillow, everynight I go to sleep
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| Grown niggas treat me like they OG
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| Holdin on to every word that the tiny loc speaks
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| I had a vision nobody else could see
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| Sold my shit to D-Mac, a little less than 10 Gs
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| Brought my grocery bag of cash back to Blacc Sam
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| He matched a nigga, next day we went to Sam Ash
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| We bought a pro tools and a microphone
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| Studio was far from plush but the lights was on
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| Couple hunned thousand stashed at my momma’s home
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| Real estate in Atlanta but ain’t nobody know
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| Mac 11s in the safe, hidden in the floor
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| My bro did it like nobody that I’ve ever known
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| Screens on every wall with 16 camera angles
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| Double pane bullet proof glass pushin past the haters
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| Cuban links and rolexes 'fo the check from Epic
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| This industry ain’t got like us but they gone respect it
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| Built the label up from money we was savin up
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| No details til the Statue of Limitations up
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| Couple niggas got flipped tryna play with us
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| The demonstrations speak loud so I ain’t sayin much
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| Was a charismatic nigga, I don’t play as much
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| Cos life is real when you live it in a place like us
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| School pictures crackin smiles, now my face is stuck
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| Shellshocked to see how much they really hated us
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| Couldn’t keep a kind heart, get yo hatred up
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| Streets smarts, nigga get yo information up
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| Watching Belly, smokin blunts, take Jamaican puffs
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| One day I’mma have a house and car like Jamaican cuz
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| Credits roll, back to stress pounds breakin up
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| Had to fight before we hustled and it made us tough
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| Early 90s neighbors rooster used to wake us up
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| Mama had a bucket and a shack but we ain’t make a fuss
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| Blue Cutlass, no license, .380 tucked
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| 96 Caprice 'Bolt Da Fatts' was savin up
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| They gettin packed out if niggas try fade with us
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| Crenshaw and Slauson, True Story, Zo play the drums |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crenshaw & Slauson (True Story) , by - Nipsey Hussle. Song from the album Crenshaw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп