| They had me dodgin' the law, while I was serving my raw
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| Though I was young in the game, a lot of things I saw
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| I just bought that fifty pack, and just believed in me
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| And with barely could ease, that fifty pack fit the peas
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| I got mo' cheese than Kraft, but teachers laughed at me
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| They asked me what would I be with out my damn degree
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| I told them they would see me on T.v. |
| and videos
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| I’m all about that money, y’all can have them hoes
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| And I got goals, I know that I can do all things
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| Cause now I make my beats, I write, I sing
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| And pain was my stepping stone
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| Help me realize shit, even my own’ll do me wrong
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| But y’all a never stop me, 'cause see I got this game in order
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| Started off with a fifty pack, with dreams of a quarter
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| Catching that thing from the border, and leave my enemies crying
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| I will never be stopped, so you can stop ya' tryin'
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| Chorus: Stop tryin' nigga
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| Okay my money was mandatory, the glory of wealth
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| It’s plenty niggas with promises, I keep them myself
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| I’m 15 on this grind, but my age don’t matter
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| All they want is that butter, from whoever come faster
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| And I was after a monoply, ambition to rule
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| Be the Hitler of this game, if I keep my cool
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| I’m counting money every morning from the previous night
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| Go and spend, ten with Twin, heard he packing 'em tight
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| I’m sitting right, I’m right where I wanted to be
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| Ain’t no mo' fifty packs for me, give me the whole ki
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| And I’m sure that you agree that I be hard to stop
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| In the three, yes three, years, I went from block to block
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| And now these haters are hot, cause I done locked the counter
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| Got the calibur Glock, because I know that they 'round me
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| Found me laughing at these pussy boys, making me sick
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| While y’all be shooting for attention, I be shooting to hit
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| And who I’m with don’t matter, cause I’m gone handle my own
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| Got them DOWN SOUTH GEORGIA BOYS in case you get wrong
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| It won’t be long 'till doctors doing autopsy
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| Cause reason for death, its' gone send back to me
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| Cause y’all can’t stop me, nigga, shit, this game in order
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| Started off with a fifty pack with dreams of a quarter
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| Catching that thing from the border, leave my enemies cryin'
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| I will never be stopped, so y’all can stop ya' tryin'
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| Shit, fatalities get numerous, smother with cover
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| Send a dead rose to his mother labeled that hustla'
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| And they say that that’s a small price, I disagree
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| If ya' stuck between a small life, unlike me
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| I can’t see myself going out, without a battle
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| Put the bomb on the stadium, aviod the hassle
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| Flip the tassle, I’m a skull cap, I graduated
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| From the school of hard knocks, nigga, others ain’t make it
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| So I make it my duty to be richer than Rudy, yeah Ramo
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| Cause this here pay way mo', you decide
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| And ain’t no mo' lettin' me ride, hell nah shawty
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| Be starrin' down the barrel of that autie
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| Don’t test me, arrest me, I’m out like Gotti, without a clue
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| Tell the judge that they besta pop me, or die too!
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| County blue, not my forte
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| I’m only comfortable when I got on that grind with what, with a a.k.
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| And with a couple of banana clips, dip in ya lip
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| Better hush when I hit that hip, and disconnect it
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| Perfect it, from day to day, I take game and call it stayin'
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| And watch em' pay, I ain’t the one
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| Many come up, until I dump 'em, but then they scatter
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| I leave ya' mamma asking ya' baby what’s the matter
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| I’m after ya' ligaments, no movement
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| From Down South Georgia bitch, I REPRESENT!!!
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| Convince the jury, we done payed them off
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| Evidence don’t matter, since they paid, you lost
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| I’m the boss, that cost ain’t even worth conversation
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| Pastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregation
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| Blood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' lost me cuz
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| Was a eye for a eye, now its' SLUG FOR A SLUG!
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| June Bug know I lay 'em low, that 44, he got’s to go
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| Shit, he got’s to go, shit
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| Nigga stop tryin' nigga, stop tryin' |