| Fell off a hundred times
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| You gotta get back on
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| Loss after loss
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| Need to get back on
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| GMB
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| Fell off a hundred times
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| You gotta get back on
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| Have you ever fucked a pack off?
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| Had to go patch on
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| Walkin' down the street
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| And watchin' people pass you on
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| They give you a hard time
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| When you comin' up where I’m from
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| Fell off a hundred times
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| You gotta get back on
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| Have you ever fucked a pack off?
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| Had to go patch on
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| Walkin' down the street
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| And watchin' people pass you on
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| They give you a hard time
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| When you comin' up where I’m from
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| Gotta take your time out on that block
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| Can’t be impatient (Impatient)
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| That money turn your friends to haters
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| Gotta watch their faces (Faces)
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| Youngest nigga on the block
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| We bust the hood wide open
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| While you was sleepin', we was eatin'
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| On the block we smokin'
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| Laws hit the corner, better run
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| Everybody chuckin' guns
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| Hit the fence, you better jump
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| Run, Forrest, run
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| Old niggas mad at you
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| Gotta buy you a pistol
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| I don’t give a fuck about no nigga
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| I’m gon' flip me some niggas
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| Get your dope, gotta open up
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| Cook it, lock it up
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| Get that rock hot, pop it off
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| Drop it in the cold
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| Had a long day
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| Smoked too much weed out the baggy
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| Next nigga come for us
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| That mean he gotta have it
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| Fell off a hundred times
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| You gotta get back on
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| Have you ever fucked a pack off?
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| Had to go patch on
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| Walkin' down the street
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| And watchin' people pass you on
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| They give you a hard time
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| When you comin' up where I’m from
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| Fell off a hundred times
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| You gotta get back on
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| Have you ever fucked a pack off?
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| Had to go patch on
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| Walkin' down the street
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| And watchin' people pass you on
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| They give you a hard time
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| When you comin' up where I’m from
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| I ran that psycho, crazy
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| Now they on my dick like stupid
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| I was trappin' hard on Maywood
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| When I got that plug for cruisers
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| I would bust them packs down
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| We’d sell 'em by the deuces
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| Back in my candy red box
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| When I was jammin Boosie
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| Ain’t go to school
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| 'Cause we was trappin' hard in them trenches
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| And every time I went I swear to God
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| I always missed shit
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| I used to sell my weed at school
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| When I was suspended
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| I remember the time I got caught
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| When I was servin' them bitches
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| They gave me sixty days CP
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| I was in detention
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| I told my mama ain’t goin' back
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| Baby, I’m in the trenches
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| Break a brick down, I’ma hit a lick now
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| Cover your shit, mask up, baby get down
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| Fell off a hundred times
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| You gotta get back on
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| Have you ever fucked a pack off?
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| Had to go patch on
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| Walkin' down the street
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| And watchin' people pass you on
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| They give you a hard time
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| When you comin' up where I’m from
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| Fell off a hundred times
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| You gotta get back on
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| Have you ever fucked a pack off?
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| Had to go patch on
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| Walkin' down the street
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| And watchin' people pass you on
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| They give you a hard time
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| When you comin' up where I’m from |