| All my niggas is day ones
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| I only fuck with A1's
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| You niggas know what the gang is
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| We young black and dangerous
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| Still down with my day one niggas, hell yeah I’m still down
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| Still down with the shit
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| Still down with my A1 niggas, hell yeah I’m still down
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| Still down, still down
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| Uh, they can’t believe I’m still here
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| Made a million dollars but I wouldn’t replace it for nothin'
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| A lotta niggas been killed here
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| I done seen niggas get they whole shit blown off in public
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| A lotta blood, sweat, and hope came from this block
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| When floodin', a lotta dope came from this block
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| But fuck it, I’m in my whip pushing buttons
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| I think about the ones that dead and gone and ones that still thuggin'
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| Uh, and they still down
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| Got no love for them pussy ass motherfuckers, cause they still clowns
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| Smokin real pounds, just bought a real home
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| Me and my watch, both real stoned
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| Pour some gin, man it’s all about the m’s
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| New Ferrari or a Benz, get a joint and hold it in
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| And I been with the same niggas since they was hitting licks
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| And yeah they still with the shits
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| (Yeah, Taylor Gang, Chevy)
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| Yo, tell them niggas we nothin' alike
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| They see us and imitate what they want to be like
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| What’s hand and hand to them J’s next day on the flight
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| Shit, where I’m from if you’re out too late then you’re playing with your life
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| Bet they feel how I feel, dinner out in brazil
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| My day ones’ll see about you for me for real
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| And the finest of fashion, makin' a statement
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| Who thought it used to take me to get it now anything we can afford it
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| Hate us so much that I’m cakin', I ain’t mad at them at all
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| Just know about this dough, don’t make or make you a John
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| Huh, the same ones that been A1's
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| A few niggas gone act different when that change come
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| Yeah, horsepower from that kitchen vision
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| It’s Taylor Gang, when you they ask you tell them we the business
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| Them niggas tryna copy us, they lookin' stupid
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| Swear, dressing all crazy, boy you look like a build-a-bear
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| Still down, down, down, down, down
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| All day err’day I come around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
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| We stay down, down, down, down, down
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| All day err’day they say we wouldn’t make it
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| It’s just me and my niggas, just me and my niggas |