| My momma cried the day I got put on the hood
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| Never wished for better days, only wished a nigga would
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| Never been a pump faker, that won’t do your boy no good
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| Still shoot it like a free throw, hammers that the cheat codes get
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| Daddy threw it off the glass like a bank shot, shit
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| I’m just trying to get the money that the bank got flip
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| Like a monster truck, banging never disturbed me
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| That’s the only time I see niggas balling without a jersey
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| At apartments we used to loot, them Poppy niggas’ll shoot
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| Homies taught me 2N's ain’t need no friends
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| I need a black Panamera with the black 2−10's
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| Told my momma I would make it so the story begins
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| Begins
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| Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch
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| Catch a body in this bitch, check the body on my bitch
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| Mafuckas talkin' shit til' you show up where they live
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| Mafuckas talkin' shit til' you show up where they live, nigga
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| Got a whole lot of problems at the crib
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| Got a chopper at the crib since I hopped up out the crib, nigga
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| Tell me what’s the deal, I’m trying to make a mil or somethin'
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| Tell me how you feel, these haters want to hunt us
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| So it’s cameras in the crib, cock hammers in the whip
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| Champagne for the pain, gram stacked up in the spliff
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| Blow the back out on the bitch who only want you for the dough you got
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| We know they know you know, but still, we got them hoes up in the spot
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| Getting hot and bothered sinning in this sign of smoke
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| I put that on my momma, not a nigga living that stop the show
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| Promise that we did it way before we ever heard of rap
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| Niggas say they shooters, where your jersey at?
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| We catch you where you lurking at
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| Been to hell and church and back, all in granny Cadillac
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| Matter fact she had that Eldorado parked on Colorado
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| Called us if she had a problem, cousin Jerry had it rockin'
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| Back when Common had you tryna to read Qu’rans and go to college
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| But forget about it
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| Trunk rattle like a body in that bitch
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| Catch a body in this bitch, check the body on my bitch
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| Mafuckas talkin' shit til' you show up where they live
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| Mafuckas talkin' shit til' you show up where they live, nigga
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| Got a whole lot of problems at the crib
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| Got a chopper at the crib since I hopped up out the crib, nigga |