| Uh, DZA, D.R.A.M
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| Really
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| I said we went from plaid boxers to Polo briefs
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| And I show my ass
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| See these horses that’s up on me
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| So we went from nickel bags to oz’s
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| So we came up, way up yeah
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| We went from chasing hoes to chasing cheese
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| And your bitch mad
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| You mad cause she’s on me
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| And we went from IOU’s to what you need?
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| So we came up, way up yeah
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| Really fucking cool, keep it frost
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| Ain’t shit changed but the weather and my drawers
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| Sour coming out of my pores
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| Under the tobacco, Vanill- of course
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| I smell like boss, look like wealth
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| Through that wave
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| I’m Mike Phelps, you that maid
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| Look like help
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| Tryna find the plug, I’m the plug myself
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| You ain’t gotta kiss the ring shawty, kiss my belt
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| My life right now got me like I love my health
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| But I’m still like something got to give
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| A lot of niggas die before they dead, I gots to live
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| I came from the bottom, not a pot to piss and shit
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| Like a million others but what make me different is
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| I turned my dreams to reality
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| Come through the hood casually
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| Few niggas salty but I know I’m who they rather be
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| Get money, take care of the faculty
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| I said we went from plaid boxers to Polo briefs
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| And I show my ass
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| See these horses that’s up on me
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| So we went from nickel bags to oz’s
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| So we came up, way up yeah
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| We went from chasing hoes to chasing cheese
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| And your bitch mad
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| You mad cause she’s on me
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| And we went from IOU’s to what you need?
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| So we came up, way up yeah
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| Take credit for the wins and losses
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| I now what I know, I just search for the reassurance
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| Niggas dying to be important
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| Souls get bought quite often
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| No integrity, what you talking?
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| All things, offsprings get lost in
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| The systems of these streets we involved in
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| Either you crack slinging or balling
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| The American dream to get rich and the whole hood all in
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| Hustlers will, watch me maneuver through
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| Prime example, you could do it too
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| In my lane speeding like I’m Ricky Bobby
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| Posted up in any lobby
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| Six degrees of separation, I give it to anybody
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| Faded off the sour and the Henny probably
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| Get rich schemes, I got many hobbies
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| League of my own, I ain’t got many rivalries
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| 9/11 you know where I be
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| Unlimited credit line with Ikea
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| I said we went from plaid boxers to Polo briefs
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| And I show my ass
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| See these horses that’s up on me
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| So we went from nickel bags to oz’s
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| So we came up, way up yeah
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| We went from chasing hoes to chasing cheese
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| And your bitch mad
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| You mad cause she’s on me
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| And we went from IOU’s to what you need?
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| So we came up, way up yeah |