| Yeah, you know, if you thought I was going to stop goin' in
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| You can ask double R, nigga
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| That’s Royal Rich
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| Could’ve been a doctor
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| But I chose streets
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| I could’ve been a lawyer
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| But I chose streets
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| Could’ve been anything I wanted to be
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| But I chose streets
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| (Nah, but be honest) Hm, the streets chose me
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| Yeah, you know, if you thought I was going to stop goin' in
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| You can ask double R, nigga
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| That’s Royal Rich
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| Started with it, I ain’t start with paper, started with nothin', uh
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| Droppin' out the hot bars that’ll let me hit the ground runnin', uh
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| I was thirteen when a young nigga just don’t know how to put it, yo
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| I was drivin' at fifteen got tired of the bus, ha
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| For the yellow cheese, I was gettin' cheese for the guy that wasn’t, and
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| Nigga wouldn’t try me in high school cause I had alot of buzzin'
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| Fuck that, I’mma take shit like bloods and
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| Talk like Thug when you see me in public
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| You the predicate, nigga, I am the subject
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| And I’m still goin' in but
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| Hey some type of way went gold yea i got my first plaque
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| Then my Hitta went platinum then went n got me some racks
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| Got a black card, Visa cards, I don’t like to walk around with cash
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| I might kiss in the front, just know I don’t kiss no ass
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| I ain’t drop no mixtape in two years, but I been still on that roll
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| I been here for 25 years, thank God I’m still here
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| But I know I gotta go, know I gotta go
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| You ain’t gotta go
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| Get money, don’t play my nigga, I ain’t never change, still goin' in
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| Who the fuck said I wasn’t gon' drop no mixtape?
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| Who the fuck y’all think I’m is?
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| Got alot of money, got alot of bitches, got alot of places that I still ain’t
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| been
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| But I got more problems than all of that
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| That’s why I’m still goin' in
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| Still goin' in, still goin' in
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| I said I’m still goin' in, I’m still goin' in
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| I’m still goin' in, when I start?
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| Hey Double R, when I start?
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| Royal Rich
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| I done made so much money, I got like four bank accounts
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| I put this pistol to your head, give you somethin' to think about
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| I ain’t on vacation, I was chilling, they thought I was in a drought
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| Fuck a rap career
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| I’ll make a transaction if it’s for the right amount
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| I got my hands on her she know that i feel her
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| Hanged with drug dealers and nuthin but killers
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| My money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, the ceiling
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| I ain’t have no more room in the attic, we filled it
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Wanted for murder, but scoota make the beat
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| All i just did was killed it
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| I’m a rapper now but
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| Still goin' in aye
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| I told y’all niggas man
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| R.F style for life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro , by - Rich Homie Quan. Song from the album Dt Spacely Made This, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп