| Bout to record this shit right now
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| (Bout to record this shit right now)
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| Word… Dope Boy Troy!
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| I’m so glad in who I’m becoming (I'm becoming)
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| Maybe in the past I was buggin' (I was buggin')
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| Niggas tryin' to push me to the old me (the old me)
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| Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies)
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| Now I’m growing up like my paper (like my paper)
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| They see me glowing up they some haters (they some haters)
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| Niggas not gon' push me to the old me (to the old me)
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| Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies)
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| Came up on my own I had nothing
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| Niggas ain’t give me work ain’t no frontin'
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| Started with 10 grams got to the whole keys
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| Niggas started acting like they know me
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| Unidentified ain’t no favors
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| Undentifly 'em with all flavors
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| Money growing nigga, I got a whole tree
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| I said fuck the block and I went OT
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| First time I got rich was cocaine (was cocaine)
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| Bitches on my dick see them chains (see them chains)
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| Niggas on my dick it’s a shame (it's a shame)
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| It’s a shame
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| Real street shit all my niggas eating shit (fuck them niggas!)
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| They ain’t eating now unless they eating shit
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| I got 3 car garages sometimes I don’t see my whips
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| Of success, rolls spider webs on my seat and shit
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| More money more problems, I’m inviting all the stress
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| Thirty one round 40 and a mothafucking vest
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| Out on half a million bail half a million ain’t no stress
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| Thanking god, praising god cause I’m blessed, mothafucka!
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| I’m so glad in who I’m becoming (I'm becoming)
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| Maybe in the past I was buggin' (I was buggin')
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| Niggas tryin' to push me to the old me (the old me)
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| Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies)
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| Now I’m growing up like my paper (like my paper)
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| They see me glowing up they some haters (they some haters)
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| Niggas not gon' push me to the old me (to the old me)
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| Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies)
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| Yeah, I’m relaxing money grabbing
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| Haters mad they say I’m bragging
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| I’m just laughing
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| My life Gucci like the fashion see the dragon
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| Matching shoes cause they platinum, I ain’t platinum
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| Just the socks on my calfskin a hundred cash in
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| Anywhere a diamond tester is my jewelry passion
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| Fake niggas throwing traps but I’m cruising past them
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| Weed and Foreigns all them gassin' they just gassin'
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| I like bitches with some class and, no more ratchet
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| Unless they hear they favorite songs and want to pop they ass in
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| Put my music in they captions when they snappin'
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| They just love the fact that I’m eating that I don’t be cappin'
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| I ain’t no fuck nigga
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| Real street shit all my niggas eating shit (fuck them niggas!)
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| They ain’t eating now unless they eating shit
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| I got 3 car garages sometimes I don’t see my whips
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| Of success, rolls spider webs on my seat and shit
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| More money more problems, I’m inviting all the stress
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| Thirty one round 40 and a mothafucking vest
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| Out on half a million bail half a million ain’t no stress
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| Thanking god, praising god cause I’m blessed, mothafucka!
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| I’m so glad in who I’m becoming (I'm becoming)
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| Maybe in the past I was buggin' (I was buggin')
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| Niggas tryin' to push me to the old me (the old me)
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| Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies)
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| Now I’m growing up like my paper (like my paper)
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| They see me glowing up they some haters (they some haters)
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| Niggas not gon' push me to the old me (to the old me)
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| Back when I had fake friends as my homies (my homies) |