| I remember back when you had no dough
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| I remember back when you had no shows
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| I remember back when you had no glow
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| That was a very long time ago
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| I remember back when you had no foes
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| I remember back when you had no blow
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| Can’t remember back when I had no hoes
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| That was a very long time ago
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| That was a very long time ago
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| That was a very long time ago
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| That was a very long time ago
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| That was a very long time ago
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| I can’t avoid lookin' in the mirror a lot
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| Real recognize real, fake niggas don’t even watch
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| Out here actin' gay, all on each other cock
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| I’m on that bullshit now, even more after being shot
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| Fuck niggas, can’t kill me till God say
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| Backwards in time, I sold dog food the God yay
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| My clientele wasn’t lit so I switched to hard yay
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| Had a building in Brooklyn before there was Barclay
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| Still bein' hoopin', hoopin' equals coupin'
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| But none of my birds was never in the coupin'
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| I came in it with more than these rappers be recoupin'
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| Shoebox money full of pollution
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| Fifty thou in a safe
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| Used to be my just in case
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| Nowadays a quarter-million dollars in a chase
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| That’s a lounge, couple million dollars in my chase
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| Bank account, keep ya fake accounts out my face, nigga
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| I remember back when you had no dough
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| I remember back when you had no shows
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| I remember back when you had no glow
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| That was a very long time ago
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| I remember back when you had no foes
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| I remember back when you had no blow
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| Can’t remember back when I had no hoes
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| That was a very long time ago
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| That was a very long time ago
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| That was a very long time ago
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| That was a very long time ago
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| That was a very long time ago
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| People always wanna throwback but they don’t know jack
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| Shit about you, really it be no facts
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| Fictionary claims from lames and convos over ya fame
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| Validated by knowin' ya real name, it be like who?
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| You mean Shawn? |
| Shit, that’s what I call him
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| Pick up ya phone, I bet you can’t call him
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| The number you have reached
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| Got 'em saltier than water on a beach
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| Wavin' up 'cause I’m way above they reach
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| And I stop my plane on the way to the money
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| Then come down there to address who acting funny
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| If it don’t make sense then it don’t make dollars
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| Broke niggas hollerin', I still won’t holler
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| Rather raise a gun than my voice, gotta stop that
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| Ignorant mentality before kids lose they father
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| Seen it in the hood, now I’m tryna see further
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| I wish a nigga would till I bought my double R, oh
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| I remember back when you had no dough
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| I remember back when you had no shows
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| I remember back when you had no glow
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| That was a very long time ago
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| I remember back when you had no foes
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| I remember back when you had no blow
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| Can’t remember back when I had no hoes
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| That was a very long time ago
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| That was a very long time ago
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| That was a very long time ago
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| That was a very long time ago
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| That was a very long time ago |