| Used to be a Trap-Star, now I’m a Rap-Star
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| Everyday I wake up I gotta go outside and pick a car
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| Living like a movie star, living like a drug lord
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| I be in them streets everyday, no bodyguards
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| That’s how niggas real get respect in the city
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| Plus they know I keep that '45 riding with me
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| And fuck my kidneys cause this drank it got me gone
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| They say double U, bring this back and make a song
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| Still wrecking likes at the top of the dome
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| Still coming down dripping candy on the throne
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| Never mind me I’m just over here balling
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| Staying on my grind yeah, I’m tryna find my calling
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| Bitches see me and they immediately start following
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| Wanna ride with yeah and we gon' let em all in
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| Put a couple choppers in the trunk when I ride
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| That’s just how we do it coming off that Northside
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| I ain’t looking for no trouble, I’m just tryna stay alive
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| There’s wolves in the streets, I’m just tryna survive
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| Let her hit that test say yes you’ll soon see
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| Pull that chopper out if it spraying, R.I.P
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| We ain’t worried bout you we just tryna get rich
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| Pull up in them big rim Benzes with the kits
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| Big Benz’s with the kit, AMG loaded
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| Every time I hit that boulevard, we get noticed
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| Rolling up them fat jays used to smoke them roaches
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| Now we chi chung whole peas with the focus
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| Never mind me I’m just over here balling
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| Staying on my grind yeah, I’m tryna find my calling
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| Bitches see me and they immediately start following
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| Wanna ride with yeah and we gon' let em all in
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| Never mind me I’m just over here balling
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| Staying on my grind yeah, I’m tryna find my calling
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| Bitches see me and they immediately start following
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| Wanna ride with yeah and we gon' let em all in
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| Thugga, aye |