| Yeah, yo, I grew up in the projects of QBC
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| I grew up in the lap of luxury where chickens love for me
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| I used to watch? |
| Sesame Street?
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| I used to watch the D’s play in the street
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| Plus I couldn’t wait to squeeze my first heat
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| I used to pray to God before I went to sleep every night
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| Same time I was kissin' them dice, hittin' my number twice
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| Holdin' hammers with the heat out with nice
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| Same time I was poppin' cap guns on BMX bikes
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| With grass stains on my jeans and scuffed up knights
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| I was like, «Fuck school, I ain’t goin' to class»
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| Easy money in the street, I was rolling with that
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| Never good at math but I knew how to add up cash
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| I used to win at the spelling bee’s, my education was proper
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| My family wanted me to be a lawyer, a doctor
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| I was smooth talker, back in those days, I was a moon walker
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| With a picture of my shorty inside of my school locker
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| I never had shit, I always had it all
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| We used to play with guns, we used to play ball
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| I used to pump crack, in school I paid attention
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| I was a hard head, I used to always listen
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| We turned bitches out, I used to love them hoes
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| We wore hand me downs, I always had new clothes
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| I used to stay bent, I couldn’t hold my liquor
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| It? |
| s kind of bugged out, two different stories in one picture
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| Yo, the first year of high school my parents noticed me slippin'
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| Smokin' cigarettes, skippin' class, catchin' detention
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| Every night all I heard was freeze, niggas gettin' bagged by the D’s
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| And some pissed, ?I got a disease?
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| Fourteen and watchin' me on teeny raps on forty inch screens
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| I learned how to tilt my hat, sag my jeans
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| Wanted a piece, thought that’d be fresh
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| Me and my brother used to yank those shits
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| Straight off people’s necks
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| Summertime, River Park at 1 2 fifth
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| Stickin' kids with my identical twin
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| If I could go back in time, I would take you with me
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| Show you what it? |
| s like to live a lifestyle so risky
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| I put in work in rhymes and beats
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| While you was puttin' work in the streets
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| It’s bugged out, whoever would have thought that we’d meet
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| But it? |
| s this rap shit that made this whole package complete
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| They put us in the studio and put these raps to this beat
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| I never had shit, I always had it all
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| We used to play with guns, we used to play ball
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| I used to pump crack, in school I paid attention
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| I was a hard head, I used to always listen
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| We turned bitches out, I used to love them hoes
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| We wore hand me downs, I always had new clothes
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| I used to stay bent, I couldn’t hold my liquor
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| It? |
| s kind of bugged out, two different stories in one picture
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| I’m West Coast, I’ma rap it forever
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| But I had to move to the East to get all of my respect and my cheddar
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| To tell the truth, the only thing I really left is the weather
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| All of my friends the same, we always kept it together
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| Picture this, shook one, drop the Mobb on top
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| Now I? |
| m rollin' state to state with shows nonstop
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| Seen the money Hav and P was gettin' off the top
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| All for hip hop, I wasn’t goin' back to the block
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| My man Muggs introduced me to you Nitty and G.O.D
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| Brought me to the studio to play music for Hav and P
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| You can’t forget my dunns Noyd and Gotti
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| I was a nobody, they showed me love, told me they got me
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| Remember the first time I hit the bong, I was doin' it wrong
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| Took us some months till my high was gone
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| They we showed you how to roll up dutches, then it was on
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| Now we rollin' all across the county with hit songs
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| I never had shit, I always had it all
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| We used to play with guns, we used to play ball
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| I used to pump crack, in school I paid attention
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| I was a hard head, I used to always listen
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| We turned bitches out, I used to love them hoes
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| We wore hand me downs, I always had new clothes
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| I used to stay bent, I couldn’t hold my liquor
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| It? |
| s kind of bugged out, two different stories in one picture |