| Ayy, oh, I remember days I used to come up, ooh, yeah
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| Slide up to your block and whip them guns up, ooh, yeah
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| They took my bro bro 'nem, shit got me fucked up, ayy
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| So I gotta get my money, get my funds up
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| Oh, I remember days I used to come up, ooh, yeah
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| Slide up to your block and whip them guns up, ooh, yeah
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| They took my bro bro 'nem, shit got me fucked up, ayy
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| So I gotta get my money, get my funds up
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| Ayy, I remember days I used to come up
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| Now your shawty in my crib, boy she a runner
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| Yeah, pulling up, choppers busting like a soldier
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| And do not trust these other niggas, they run you over
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| Yeah haters be on the scene, they be scheming
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| Got your bitch all on me, she be fiending
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| Yeah, balling like 23, play for Cleveland
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| Yeah, bitch it’s Smooky on the beat, I’m a demon
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| I heard he want beef, he don’t want war with us
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| Pull up to the scene, couple guns might hit up
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| I heard he a thug, last week he got sticked up
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| It’s Margielaa man, pulling up in a Benz truck
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| I- I remember days I used to come up, ooh, yeah
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| Slide up to your block and whip them guns up, ooh, yeah
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| They took my bro bro 'nem, shit got me fucked up, ayy
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| So I gotta get my money, get my funds up
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| Oh, I remember days I used to come up, ooh, yeah
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| Slide up to your block and whip them guns up, ooh, yeah
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| They took my bro bro 'nem, shit got me fucked up, ayy
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| So I gotta get my money, get my funds up |