| They used to tell me it was gon'
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| People was gon' switch up, you know
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| Things was gon' change, shit was gon' get different, you know
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| Can’t be friendly with everybody
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| You know like these niggas really don’t be with you at the end of the day
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| Shit, all you got is your niggas and your family, you know what I’m sayin'
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| Put this rap shit to the side, hey, hey
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| They said it was gon' change when a nigga got paper
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| Got a pool in the garage, can’t trust my neighbors
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| Learned how to bust rocks before I learned times tables
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| We got the Jordans only when mom was able
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| Never had a daddy so the shit was kinda hard
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| Fuck watchin' Cars, I was ready to sell hard
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| I ain’t pickin' up trash, I ain’t cuttin' no grass
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| I’m a young boss nigga, I’ma go and eat regardless
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| Learned how to hustle, had 'em pull it up and park it
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| Swear to god Stunna had bought my first quarter
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| Poppy was the nigga told me to add water
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| And my stepdaddy was the first nigga give me a quarter
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| Flipped that shit to a half a brick
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| On my young nigga shit, we just some kids
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| Go to school fresh as hell, straight off trappin'
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| See back then, get high and start rappin'
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| Trap rollin hard like the candy house
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| Dope fiend comin' in and out, hard to keep 'em out
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| Go to the store, now your nigga in the house
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| Runin through ya couch, tryna see what it’s about
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| Take it off the stove when it bubble up
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| I remember we would go and get them double ups
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| Hey, you cook that shit 'til your wrist hurt, hey
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| Certified trapper, do your research
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| Take a nigga back where it first had started
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| All them late nights in the apartments
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| Bleedin' down the block in white Forces
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| Shirt hangin' off a nigga’s shoulders
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| Forty pullin' down a nigga’s clothes
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| Have you ever been in the car with no money
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| Feel like you in the pen with the walls close on
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| No money on the phone, can’t call no friends
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| But when you think about it, shit you really never can
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| They said it was gon' change when a nigga got paper
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| Got a pool in the garage, can’t trust my neighbors
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| Learned how to bust rocks before I learned times tables
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| We got the Jordans only when mom was able
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| Never had a daddy so the shit was kinda hard
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| Fuck watchin' Cars, I was ready to sell hard
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| I ain’t pickin' up trash, I ain’t cuttin' no grass
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| I’m a young boss nigga, I’ma go and eat regardless
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| When they caught old boy they were closer than a bitch
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| Ever since then nigga I ain’t touch shit
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| Boy it been a minute since I seen me a brick
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| Boy it been a minute, man I miss them nicks
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| Niggas be callin' for prices
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| Same niggas sayin' that they didn’t like me
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| Hey these niggas sweet like Icees
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| Hey these niggas sweet like ice cream
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| Take a nigga back to the blueprint
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| Stick a mud hole in you, leave a shoeprint
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| Hey, one on one for what? |
| throw your crew in
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| Down for whatever, don’t fuck with
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| I was on the block where the plugs at
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| Had that work in my nutsack
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| Tuck big bands in the book bag
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| Turnt up now, I can’t look back
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| They said it was gon' change when a nigga got paper
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| Got a pool in the garage, can’t trust my neighbors
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| Learned how to bust rocks before I learned times tables
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| We got the Jordans only when mom was able
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| Never had a daddy so the shit was kinda hard
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| Fuck watchin' Cars, I was ready to sell hard
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| I ain’t pickin' up trash, I ain’t cuttin' no grass
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| I’m a young boss nigga, I’ma go and eat regardless |