| I came up from the bottom, these niggas be hatin' on me and I know they don’t
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| want me to pop
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| I had to put in the grind and put in the time, these niggas ain’t give me my
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| shot
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| I got some shit on my mind, it started with rhymes, I know I’ma get to the top
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| I know they hatin' on me, yeah, they want me to flop
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| Bitch, I’m the voice of the trenches, I remember I was comin' off benches
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| Young niggas, we was hoppin' them fences
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| Nigga, that’s how we was livin'
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| And this shit is fucked up but I came a long way
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| «He lucked up,» is what them niggas all say
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| They want me down 'cause they see that I’m killin'
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| Hopped in the booth, I’m expressing my feelings
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| There ain’t no safety on this .38
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| If I shoot then I’ll shoot it for real
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| Got a ride with a nine, murder stay on my mind
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| If I shoot then I’m shootin' to kill
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| Lost a couple of homies to pills
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| Had to get in my bag for real
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| They ain’t show me no love when I had no funds
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| So fuck him if that’s how he feel
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| They full of shit, I gotta ride with a clip
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| 'Cause I can never trust a soul
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| Gotta put mom in a mansion then switch it up fast
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| Yeah, they pray to God that I’ma fold
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| I’ma put on for my city, they ain’t fuckin' with me
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| My brothers tryna see us ball
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| I ain’t gon' be in a grave
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| Seen too many soldiers in my corner taking a loss
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| Rest in peace grandma, I know that you see me
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| I’m tryna go in, get the coupe with the stars
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| I ain’t gon' eat if my brothers, they feast
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| 'Til I get it and split it, not talkin' divorce
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| Used to be ramen and 'fits straight from Ross
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| Now I walk out the house rockin' Christian Dior
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| Diamonds is bustin', I been on the stuntin'
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| I came out the womb knowin' I’d be a boss
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| I came up from the bottom, these niggas be hatin' on me and I know they don’t
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| want me to pop
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| I had to put in the grind and put in the time, these niggas ain’t give me my
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| shot
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| I got some shit on my mind, it started with rhymes, I know I’ma get to the top
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| I know they hatin' on me, yeah, they want me to flop
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| Bitch, I’m the voice of the trenches, I remember I was comin' off benches
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| Young niggas, we was hoppin' them fences
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| Nigga, that’s how we was livin'
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| And this shit is fucked up but I came a long way
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| «He lucked up,» is what them niggas all say
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| They want me down 'cause they see that I’m killin'
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| Hopped in the booth, I’m expressing my feelings |