| We finally made it
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| Told my momma we ain’t gotta stress no more
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| No more unemployed checks no more
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| I swear I’mma get her that big house with that flexing gate
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| No more Section 8
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| Cause we finally made it
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| We finally made it
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| We finally made it
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| I know Teezy would of been proud of me
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| That’s why he still living inside of me
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| I say we made it
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| We had to brand ourselves
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| Cause we ain’t basic
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| In my pocket there’s a phonebook, alotta pages
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| Got your address so don’t play me
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| I’ll have your momma tied up even your baby
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| I’m spreading wide, Bowflex
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| Fuck til she bow-legged
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| Feeling on her booty
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| Like damn that’s fake them booty shots
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| He cuffin' bitches, police
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| I been rolling for like, four days
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| She wanna suck my dick go 'head
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| I been to hell and back, enough said
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| I remember making a pellets in the weirdest places
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| Fuck nigga put us out
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| Momma always told me remember faces
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| And I can’t spit soft
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| I gotta go the hardest
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| I tell 'em trademark this
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| We finally made it
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| Told my momma we ain’t gotta stress no more
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| No more unemployed checks no more
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| I swear I’mma get her that big house with that flexing gate
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| No more Section 8
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| Cause we finally made it
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| We finally made it
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| We finally made it
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| I know Teezy would of been proud of me
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| That’s why he still living inside of me
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| I need to see a doctor cause I’m sick, been spittin'
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| Plus I got alot of partners in the pen, and they did it
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| Cause I’m vicious, and I’m like a snake
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| I wrap around them, then I spit venom
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| And I kill 'em
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| And I stay down with my hustle
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| You don’t know my struggle
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| My momma worked the double
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| Just so I can have duffles
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| I couldn’t take a loss
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| I had to make my money back
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| Told my momma she could dye all her gray hair
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| Cause they ain’t comin' back
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| Now I’m on top
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| And these niggas want to hate
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| They see I came from the block
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| And stayed down the same way
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| And I got banged up by the cops
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| But got back out the same day
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| And I pat myself on my back nigga…
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| We finally made it
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| Told my momma we ain’t gotta stress no more
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| No more unemployed checks no more
|
| I swear I’mma get her that big house with that flexing gate
|
| No more Section 8
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| Cause we finally made it
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| We finally made it
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| We finally made it
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| I know Teezy would of been proud of me
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| That’s why he still living inside of me |