| They keep tryna take me way back, tryna
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| They keep tryna take me way back, tryna
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| Back to back to back to being broke, sellin dope and lookin bummy
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| Every single summer only motive was the money
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| We was buggin gettin bitches hittin licks and politicin
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| Cause when you from the hood that’s the only way to get it
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| They don’t wanna see me thumbin through the benjamins
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| They don’t wanna see these bitches I be messin with
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| They dont wanna see me pull up in a different whip
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| Cause a hater gonna hate it when you make it big
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| They keep tryna take me way back, tryna
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| They keep tryna take me way back, to that nigga that I used to be
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| Used to be a little dirty nigga carrying a 30 i was ruthless
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| Gettin all these bitches wasn’t nothin
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| Cause they always choosin
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| Now i’m back on road
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| Tell these nigga give me trophies
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| Middle fingers to the nigga who be actin like they know me
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| Hoe its wild hoolie gang
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| Been that way since the mud
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| Lost so many of my niggas from the hood to them slugs, it was wild
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| If you ain’t know me then dont know me now
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| I don’t hang around with niggas who could never walk a mile in my shoes
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| Way back
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| They be tryna take me way back
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| They be tryna take me way back, tryna
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| They be tryna take me way back, to that nigga that I used to be, right? |