| Yeah, I ain’t always been a moneymaker
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| Had to do some fuck shit for the paper
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| Rollin' with my ting if they ain’t havin' it
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| Then I’ll stick it in a sin, like a fornicator
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| And, girls, I couldn’t get a piff ting
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| 'Cause when they saw my bank cred, they were shiftin'
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| I had a couple ugly girls I was lipsin'
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| When I think about it now, it’s got me cringin'
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| Got kicked out my house on the normal
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| 'Cause my mindset wasn’t normal
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| I had a couple friends drivin' fast whips
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| I was that broke dick, fuckin' with some broke chicks
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| What you know about moves for a set of green?
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| What you know about rob belt for your jeans?
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| What you know about hidin' out at lad' bros?
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| Holdin' onto someone else’s food that your dad took
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| Them boy’s didn’t want to tip me at all
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| Now they’re phonin' me to roll to my show
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| Got everything I grind for on my own
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| If you didn’t know then, now you know
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| I swear I used to even order pizza
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| I ain’t talkin' pepperoni when I’m lickin' it
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| No one ever tried to bring me
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| I used to punch up man for a pinky
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| I ain’t never had no hand-me-downs
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| Everything you see is courtesy of Tion rasclaat Wayne
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| You dig?
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| Grind for myself, niggas tryna impede on my progress
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| 'Cause I will wrap them
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| They don’t know me, they don’t like me
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| Well, I’m gettin' mine, make sure you’re gettin' yours
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| Don’t worry how I live, baby
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| Tion ran from a bloodclaat and I ain’t, come on |