| Grandma put me out the house, found out I’m sellin' dope
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| Breakin' down bowls, sixteen years old
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| I used to didn’t have shit but not no more
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| When I was small I prayed to God for a lotta dough
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| Money callin', I’ll see you later I gotta go
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| I grab my pistol, grab my weed I’m out the door
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| MY street too hot so I park my car down there by the store
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| I used to wanna fuck that bitch but not no more
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| He said that he thought we was boys, yeah we was nigga
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| Until I realized that you just another fuck nigga
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| You can’t understand me 'cus you ain’t from where I’m from
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| Eatin' ramen noodles with a $ 30,000 watch on my arm because
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| I used to didn’t have shit but not no more
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| Flat screens on the wall, money on the floor
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| I used to didn’t have shit but not no more
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| Bad bitches, good weed everywhere I go
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| I used to didn’t have shit but not no more
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| But not no more, not no more
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| I used to didn’t have shit but not no more
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| But not no more, not no more
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| I used to didn’t have shit
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| Didn’t have a bed all I had was a mattress
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| So that’s how I turned into a dope-selling bastard
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| Got tired of livin' like that shit so now I’m livin' lavish
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| Drop the ticket on it watch that shit move faster
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| Trap house in the hood collectin' money like a pastor
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| Sellin' pints of purple in 2004
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| I used to didn’t have shit but not no more
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| I heard you snitchin', can’t answer the phone for you no more
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| Back in the day I used to want that bitch but not no more
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| I used to didn’t have shit but not no more
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| But not no more, But not no more |