| Without a hashtag, had a lot of pounds, ayy
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| Had to break it down, split it up like a divorce
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| We stood tall in baggy pants, wasn’t takin' no shorts
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| Adapt to it, rap music was taking its course
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| Before the 'Gram, we sold grams and scraped pans like we fryin' eggs
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| Got homies died in the feds
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| Now Juice got shows at Riverside, no rider, man
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| Leeway
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| All the rules and they with that he-say
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| We gon' run it up like a relay
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| Blowin' that cake just like a B-day
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| On God, nigga, all my niggas goin' rags to riches
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| They goin' rags to riches
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| On God, nigga, all my niggas goin' rags to riches
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| We goin' rags to riches
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| I don’t care 'bout what you want, ayy
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| Just let me be me (What?)
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| A gang of fallen soldiers, I’m still standing on my feet, ayy
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| They let me off the leash, now I’m ready to eat
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| Okay, my daddy still stuck in Tijuana, ayy
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| I’m just prayin' that I live to see mañana, on my mama, ayy
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| You talkin' peace, but my homies ain’t droppin' weapons
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| And we still G’s but now we Benihana steppin', ayy, go
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| Is there a right way to do the wrong thing?
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| I got my shit together, now I’m in my own lane
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| The type of nigga that’ll die for my whole name (That's on Norf)
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| Shout out my pops, that’s Big Tak, off that cocaine
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| Ayy, ayy, give me peace, give me life, give me justice, ayy
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| Roll the dice, gamble, my life, I’m like fuck it (What?)
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| I don’t trust shit, if I need it, I won’t ask you, nigga
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| You know lil' Rucci went from rags to riches, go
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| All a nigga needed was leeway
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| All the rules and they with that he-say
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| We gon' run it up like a relay
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| Blowin' that cake just like a B-day
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| On God, nigga, all my niggas goin' rags to riches
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| They goin' rags to riches
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| On God, nigga, all my niggas goin' rags to riches
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| We goin' rags to riches, oh |