| Yeah, not too long ago
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| Not too long ago
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| Prezi
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| Dax on the track so you know it’s gon' slap
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| I was doin' bad not too long ago
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| Out of state with them bags, not too long ago
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| And I keep a shooter with me as long as he go
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| Diamonds in the chain goin' crazy, it’s out of control
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| Shit was lookin' ugly not too long ago
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| I swear she ain’t wanna fuck me not too long ago
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| I told that ho, «Get in line, a long way to go»
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| Say they love me, but was speakin' down not too long ago
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| Same people that looked down on me, now they look up to me (They do)
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| I really did the Harlem Shake when I got up twenty
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| Jealous of my successes, they was actin' happy
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| Seen the signs of the hate, but I was lookin' past it
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| Broke and bummy, dirty clothes and I got laughed at
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| People pay to see me now, I got the last laugh
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| I was present on the block 'cause I was skippin' class
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| No Louis bags, I packed my clothes in trash bags
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| Couple niggas in that cell and they countin' on me
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| Ice drippin' from my neck, like a fountain on me
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| I done did a bunch of shit, but I don’t dwell on it
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| I just pray none of my niggas don’t tell on me
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| My lifestyle, yeah, it come with the fame
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| Had to put the work in, 'cause it ain’t come with the chain
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| I ain’t too old to listen, I be soakin' the game
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| Tell these bitches that it’s Prezi, they gon' fuck with my name
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| It’s Prezi
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| I was doin' bad not too long ago
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| Out of state with them bags, not too long ago
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| And I keep a shooter with me as long as he go
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| Diamonds in the chain goin' crazy, it’s out of control
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| Shit was lookin' ugly not too long ago
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| I swear she ain’t wanna fuck me not too long ago
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| I told that ho, «Get in line, a long way to go»
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| Say they love me, but was speakin' down not too long ago
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| Harbor Road love me, that’s facts, nigga, that’s facts
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| If that’s cookie, got a bad batch
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| Me and Prezi go back like Rugrats (My nigga)
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| In the stolen Toyota without the hubcaps
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| Not a long time ago, I was tryna grow
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| I don’t know Batman, but I was robbin' folks
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| Buy a brick and pour a six, I was tired of fours
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| Now my whips suicide, I had a fight with my doors
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| And all my bitches are in line, F&N hit his spine (Hear ye, hear ye)
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| I can’t let a nigga Biggie me, I keep mines
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| I be on the road makin' plays, thankin' Allah
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| You be hittin' licks at Christmas for a da-da
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| Friday after next, I slap the taste out your mama
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| To mix my hyphy juice, I need a case of 1800
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| I took my ID high, so when I stopped, I look blunted
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| If I go to jail Sunday, I’ma bail out on Monday
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| I was doin' bad not too long ago
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| Out of state with them bags, not too long ago
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| And I keep a shooter with me as long as he go
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| Diamonds in the chain goin' crazy, it’s out of control
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| Shit was lookin' ugly not too long ago
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| I swear she ain’t wanna fuck me not too long ago
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| I told that ho, «Get in line, a long way to go»
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| Say they love me, but was speakin' down not too long ago
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| Dax on the track so you know it’s gon' slap |