| Nor do I care, though
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| Check it from the hood aye
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| Yea
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| Hah
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| What the hood think about me now?
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| Yea
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| Uh
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| Yeah, I’m on my shit, did it big for the town I rep
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| Daddy came real big, taking no half steps
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| Seen my nigga Bird and always pull up in that Lex
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| And I thought to myself «fuck that, I’m next»
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| I’ve gotta get out of here and just move
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| No matter your thoughts on a nigga, just play it smooth
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| The perks of getting it, getting it, big win
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| Supersedes a gang of things that you could lose
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| Fuck it, you gotta do it, riding with packets up in the Buick
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| Real when I talk, you feel it all in the music
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| She pop it in my face, she do it for my amusement
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| Fall in drunk, wake up my girl to get to accusing
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| I hate y’all niggas, Tommy Hilfiger
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| This the life and the times of a real nigga
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| Tours, no layover, baby, I ain’t lying
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| Pussy, I’m K-9ing
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| Been through too much to be silent, fuck it
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| I’m about mine
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| I’m a get mines off, for real
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| Yeah, I’m about mine
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| So let me get mines off, for real
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| I was taught to keep it real, nigga
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| But in this game, real don’t get to win
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| So fuck having fits, nigga
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| And stop worrying about drowning before you get to swim
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| Life lesson: money’s the daily cycle, get your bike lesson
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| Don’t know how good you are till you apply pressure
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| Word to that other Rollie sitting in my dresser
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| Where the ratchets?
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| That love to cum to my songs on their mattress?
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| Where the D-Boys?
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| That got off on their motherfucking tinfoil?
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| Come on, yeah
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| I’m about mine
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| I’m a get mines off, for real
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| Yeah, I’m about mine
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| So let me get mines off, for real
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| Nigga, I made it with my own two hands
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| Took a step back for a sec to see what I created
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| Nigga, you hating 'cause my car cost more than your car
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| And I’ve got more parked where my estate is
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| Shake hands with rich niggas and they all call me fam
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| 'Cause when you rich, then you all related
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| It’s like organized crime, I get more than sky high
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| You wanna smoke? |
| I can orchestrate it
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| Just a couple years back, niggas said I wasn’t rap
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| 'Cause they thought that I was dressing funny
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| Fast forward up to now, I’ve got money by the pound
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| Uncle Ice, you can smell the money
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| Yeah, I’m about mine
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| I’m a get mines off, for real
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| Yeah, I’m about mine
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| So let me get mines off, for real |