| Remember way back in the days
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| When homies they called me a junkie
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| I remember back in 7th grade
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| My teacher, she called me a flunkie
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| Don’t know how you getting paid
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| But imma go get me some money
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| And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money
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| Remember way back in the days
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| When homies they called me a junkie
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| I remember back in 7th grade
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| My teacher, she called me a flunkie
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| Don’t know how you getting paid
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| But imma go get me some money
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| And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money
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| I keep a gun on my side
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| A-A-Ask a lil bih «Wan ride?»
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| Thats a pole ready to slide
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| Tell em we gon be behind
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| I send a bar to yo head
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| Is go be a homicide
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| Have yo momma cryin'
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| Somebody son dying
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| Babygirl know I be lying
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| She say she luh me she lying
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| Tol her I take her home flying
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| My child want the world im buying
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| Want diamonds and pearls Im buying
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| Quite that jocien you nerds are lying
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| Milly rock on that curve me line
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| I remeber when 12 was spying
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| I was so homless was crying
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| Erbody had tol me stop trying
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| Now they wanna take pics I dont mind
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| I don’t trust you but gotta be kind
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| For my bro put my life on the line
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| Forever you know that im ridin
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| Forever you know that Im slidn
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| From that bag you can run but can’t hide
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| Remember way back in the days
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| When homies they called me a junkie
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| I remember back in 7th grade
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| My teacher, she called me a flunkie
|
| Don’t know how you getting paid
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| But imma go get me some money
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| And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money
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| Remember way back in the days
|
| When homies they called me a junkie
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| I remember back in 7th grade
|
| My teacher, she called me a flunkie
|
| Don’t know how you getting paid
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| But imma go get me some money
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| And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money
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| Old Money, New Money
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| I still got old hundreds
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| Six 0 Glock 40
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| I still walk widd it on me
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| I used to ask papa for money
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| If he had it, he gave me a 20
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| I used to steal cars
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| Now I thank the lord
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| I can walk around with a hundred large
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| From Rachet hoes to the Forein broads
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| I’m pullin' up in a foreign car
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| I’m just a street nigga
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| I stay with my pistol
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| I swear to god, that I am not a star
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| Was locked in that cell, going through hell
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| Remember I was countin' all them bars
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| Just for a twelve, I counted up twelve and I blow that shit with all my boys
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| This life that im livin
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| My bitches explicit I swea I came up from them trenches
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| You know I ain’t slippin' I stay with a glizzy
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| A nigga run up he ca get it
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| I completed my mission I played my role
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| Now nigga check out how im get it
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| See this shit where I play through the city
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| Ready ta die you know I ain’t trippin
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| Remember way back in the days
|
| When homies they called me a junkie
|
| I remember back in 7th grade
|
| My teacher, she called me a flunkie
|
| Don’t know how you getting paid
|
| But imma go get me some money
|
| And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money
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| Remember way back in the days
|
| When homies they called me a junkie
|
| I remember back in 7th grade
|
| My teacher, she called me a flunkie
|
| Don’t know how you getting paid
|
| But imma go get me some money
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| And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money |