| Yeeeahhh
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| You know they say, God said, to whom he gives
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| Much is expected… Im living proof of that…
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| Got me drinkin this liquor…
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| Smokin this weed…
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| I been through it though
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| You see before this rap shit, i ain’t really have no problems
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| Now i gotta carry revolvers, cause niggas is starving
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| And i ain’t gave a plate out yet
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| I’m goin hard and i ain’t played out yet
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| And them hoe niggas talkin, I got somethin to say bout that
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| They talk greasy when they see me dog they ain’t bout that
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| Niggas be feeling personalities and bang on wax
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| I’m 100 you can bank on dat
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| Got my bank all fat
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| Yeah I’m doing my thang here
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| Heard my first track thinkin that’s when i came here
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| Was actually raised here
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| But wasn’t born who could give a fuck
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| My whole family as far as i can go back stays here
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| Its not a mystery
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| This where i graduated high school, went to middle school and elementary
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| So dont say shit to me
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| Cause bitch if i ain’t the prince
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| Show me who the fuck it is, if it isn’t me
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| You niggas history I’m lookin like the future
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| Only know how to ball something like a hooper
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| Swishas of that Cali bomb smellin like a fruit cup
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| Yeah, i got heart but never claimed to be too tough
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| But never said that my homies dont shoot stuff
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| Real street niggas no talkin just do stuff
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| In the club patron and lime juiced up
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| Reppin that Rostrum, Heavy Hustle I’m trued up
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| I’m wit some dudes you used to see blued up
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| On a get money swag we done moved up
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| Big crib nice chain, the new truck
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| Some say I’m doing good i say i dont do much, but go hard
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| Niggas say i wouldn’t be shit with no squad, ha, ya so smart
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| Cause I was just 16 rappin with no job
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| Met Chad and Benji and now I’m a young star
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| He and hard basically molded the young boy
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| That’s why they do shit for me but they won’t record y’all
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| Knew i was the one when they first heard the boy talk
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| Got a horror flick flow, came to murder all em up
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| Addicted to it now its like I’m servin all em soft
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| Got my pockets all fat like I’m Sherman off the Klumps my money come in lumps
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| Y’all dont really wanna get funky
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| Nothing but a bunch of funny acting chumps and i had shit boxed since day one
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| I dont advise niggas to say nun
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| You something like a clone, I’ma be known as one of them great ones
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| For those gone i roll and blaze some ya dug me
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| Time just goes by, and i dont know why i stay high
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| Time just goes by, and i dont know why i stay high
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| Time just goes by, and i dont know why i stay high
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| Time just goes by, and i dont know why i stay high
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| YEAH
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| Shits crazy man, (shits crazy), Seem like…
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| Niggas just wanna see you fucked up out here
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| Soon as you start doing good thats when shit change
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| They expect you to change but you know…
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| This the way we supposed to be
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| I thought we was supposed to move up
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| Fuck you mad at me for…(niggas startin' to get real jealous)
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| Ya know, got me stressed the fuck out man
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| Looking left and right before i go in my crib
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| (im too young for this shit) watching every move i make
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| And for what (nothing) Rest in Peace to Jayla Brown
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| (Rest in Peace) Rest in Peace Maina Ward (Rest in Peace)…412 |