| It was 1 in the mornin' and I was up yawnin'
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| Moms asked where I’m goin', to the hood if you ain’t knowin'
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| Pops locked up so mama couldn’t stop me
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| I was out the house, ASAP Rocky
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| And it wasn’t cause she couldn’t control us
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| We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us
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| And we ain’t get disciplined, her friend started whisperin'
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| About how she was a bad mama, mama said «fuck 'em then»
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| I was in the streets stylin', nobody could tell me nothin'
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| Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin
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| I was buzzin'
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| Fuckin' all these hoes wearing no condoms, no nothin'
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| I used to ditch school when the homie had the Chevy
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| I used to sneak and smoke stress weed
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| But now I’m rollin' on dubs
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| How you feel, whooptie woop, nigga, what?
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| Now I’m rollin' on dubs
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| How you feel, whooptie woop, nigga, what?
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| All these hoes showin' love
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| How you feel, whooptie woop, nigga, what?
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| All these hoes showin' love
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| How you feel, whooptie woop, nigga, what?
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| SKKKRRRT, I was on a mission
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| On a mission to the money, sun down till it sunny
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| Know my family love me
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| Ridin' in the car with two niggas and a pistol
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| This ain’t funny, I do it all for the money, hold up
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| Slowly as I pull up to the donut stand, I already know the plan
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| Hop out and get on your mans and take what he got
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| Go through pockets, wallets and socks, dig all the knots
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| It’s a stick-up, phone ring, it’s my mama
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| In the middle of some drama, so I don’t pick up
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| Thinking I gotta get my shit up, I gotta pick my bitch up
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| Let’s hurry up and leave, I feel the police near us
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| So we left with a thousand dollars cash
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| It was me and my nigga, so you know I went half
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| Then shit get real when niggas get greedy
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| Pop, pop, pop, pow, that’s when he leave me |