| I remember young nigga wanna be a dope boy
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| Ridin' 'round town in my whip on dubs
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| Young nigga wanna be a dope boy
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| See 'em talk down but your bitch show love, now I’m up
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| Startlet with the glow boy, bossed up like a dope boy, I’m up
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| From the Regal to the Rolls Royce, bossed up like a dope boy
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| Ayy it’s Philthy nigga, uh-huh, look
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| From the Regal to the Wraith
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| I can tell what he thinkin', see the evil in his face
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| Hundred thou cash, got it stuffed in the safe
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| Hope I never get to touch it, leave it for a rainy day
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| It’s hate in your pores and umbrellas in the doors
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| Used to serve winos and watch 'em stumble to the store
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| The closest people to you try to hurt you the most
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| Poppin' bottles in the club, celebrate when we toast
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| Ten K a show, seventy-five for a host
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| A real nigga show up to them fliers that I post
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| Motivate the youth and give the hood niggas hope
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| No I don’t gangbang but fuck with bloods and the locs
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| Test driving Bentley trucks before they came out
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| These Jordans two weeks early, they ain’t even came out
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| Sucker got smoked, you should’ve never came out
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| At every video shoot, I’m bringin' ever chain out, it’s Philthy
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| I remember young nigga wanna be a dope boy
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| Ridin' 'round town in my whip on dubs
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| Young nigga wanna be a dope boy
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| See 'em talk down but your bitch show love, now I’m up
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| Starlet with the glow boy, bossed up like a dope boy, I’m up
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| From the Regal to the Rolls Royce, bossed up like a dope boy
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| I remember young nigga wanna be a dope boy
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| Sellin' dime bags in my new Kilroys
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| Dope boy turned to the pimpin'
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| Seen a couple hoes like I’m Fillmore Slim
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| Too $hort told me that bitches ain’t shit
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| Mac Dre told me to pop that thizz, ayy, so I popped that thizz
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| That’s mouthpiece when I knock that bitch, hey
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| And I’m still knockin' her, mister popular
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| Headed to the top and you can’t see him with binoculars
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| Spare time on airlines and redeyes
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| Bomb raps with contracts and deadlines
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| Low key with dope weed and head highs
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| Long way from airwaves and red vines
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| A couple thank you’s when it’s bedtime
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| The old me in my head like
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| I remember young nigga wanna be a dope boy
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| Ridin' 'round town in my whip on dubs
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| Young nigga wanna be a dope boy
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| See 'em talk down but your bitch show love, now I’m up
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| Starlet with the glow boy, bossed up like a dope boy, I’m up
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| From the Regal to the Rolls Royce, bossed up like a dope boy
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| When I was a kid I dreamed big and never simped on the past
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| What I love is that bag and when I’m drunk in first class
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| What I kiss on is that gold and that wallet full of cash
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| Bring me joy and all these toys, it can’t trip or get mad
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| Never get sick or wanna free it, I just will not, I can’t
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| If I ain’t got it, I’ll have my 304's run a play
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| Love and protect this bankroll like Shaquille in the paint
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| Send them hoes diggin' for gold that wanna fuck me but they ain’t
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| When I was text, callin' swim, all I heard was oh shit
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| If you would’ve asked me last week, boy I can’t do his shit
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| I can’t pull money out right now, I let my partner use it
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| Tell him he knowin' twelve ways with all them garbage excuses
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| I ain’t givin' nan' bitch shit, givin' nan' nigga crumb
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| When y’all was flexin', I was praisin', I ain’t beg y’all for none'
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| Bought my own bottles in the club, ain’t have to fake live it up
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| It’s okay, I got enough, take off your ass so I can tip the bar
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| It’s BLACK
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| I remember young nigga wanna be a dope boy
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| Ridin' 'round town in my whip on dubs
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| Young nigga wanna be a dope boy
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| See 'em talk down but your bitch show love, now I’m up
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| Starlet with the glow boy, bossed up like a dope boy, I’m up
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| From the Regal to the Rolls Royce, bossed up like a dope boy
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| I’m up, I’m up, I’m up |