| Let me start this shit off like this here
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| Back when I used to shake cookie Pooh Bear
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| Knock knock at the door, nigga who’s there?
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| Best friend Blockbeater in a wheelchair
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| Nigga died young, early chances with death
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| Save no nigga, better save yourself
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| Learned this shit way back in the game
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| Never help a nigga that don’t need no help
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| Smoking up the gas, same color as a elf
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| Had to go indie, label put me on the shelf
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| Standing in the kitchen like Beni, he a chef
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| Hit it with the wrist game, soda on the shelf
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| Keep the yay up, I’m the number one champ
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| Fish scale work, yeah it’s coming with a stamp
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| Came a long way from momma getting food stamps
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| Got my momma a house first, nigga what ya saying?
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| Never played 'round on the playground
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| Young nigga just tryna stay down
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| Came up, candy paint came down
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| Never had a smile, got me walking with a frown
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| Niggas grew up with me always talking down
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| Them the same niggas tried to give a nigga pound
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| Salt shaker to the game baby, watch these niggas 'cause you know they watered
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| down
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| Dope, all I spit is dope
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| When I paint this picture, best believe I’m cooking dope
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| Dope, my whole life is dope
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| When it come to stoves, I can cook it by the O’s
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| Started off back when I was 15
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| Young nigga never had hoop dreams
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| Went from the mailbox, bus stop trapping
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| Young nigga just had million dollar dreams
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| then I learned to cook clean
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| Staying in the trap, working like a machine
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| Smoking up the gas while I’m drinking up the lean
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| Remember those days when a nigga had beans
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| Bouldercest man, nigga
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| Had a .40 Caliber but that was bitch was cheap
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| Never went to school, nigga trapping in the streets
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| All I ever wanted was jacks and gold teeth
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| Remember poor boy days when I was sleeping on the streets
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| Tryna make a dollar 'cause the Crest went to sleep
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| Ran from 12, had to use my feet
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| Remember we caught Raphael beating his meat
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| Dope, all I spit is dope
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| When I paint this picture, best believe I’m cooking dope
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| Dope, my whole life is dope
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| When it come to stoves, I can cook it by the O’s |