| I grew up with niggas goin' through shit in the hood
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| That lost a brother, nigga
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| That got no father, all we only got each other, nigga
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| That’s why I stay up on my grind, no time for no clownin', nigga
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| Thank God I made it off the streets, I think I’m too blessed
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| And when I walk around the city, bulletproof vest
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| 'Cause I can’t trust the streets, my brother Tay just got left
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| Boy, I can’t wait to get my niggas out the projects
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| Said, on my mom, 'member days that we was robbin'
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| Get the whole gang designer, ayy
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| 'Cause I know they some riders, ayy
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| Niggas is fake and liars, ayy
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| They get the bread then try it, ayy
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| 'Member when I was tryna get rich, boy, I used to dream
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| Now I got 22 mill in my bank account
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| Damn, Smooky a G
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| Pull up and skate, I’m in a Wraith
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| I keep the .30 in case
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| Niggas they talk, niggas they fake
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| They needa get out my face
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| I grew up with niggas goin' through shit in the hood
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| That lost a brother, nigga
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| That got no father, all we only got each other, nigga
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| That’s why I stay up on my guap, no time for no clownin', nigga
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| Thank God I made it off the streets, I think I’m too blessed
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| And when I walk around the city, bulletproof vest
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| 'Cause I can’t trust the streets, my brother Tay just got left
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| Boy, I can’t wait to get my niggas out the projects
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| Said, on my mom, 'member days that we was robbin' |