It all started with a dollar and a dream
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I can remember back to junior high, 28 grams of pot rolled on the B
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It was a tippin’ off, let me know I had to get my weight up
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And from out from out of that liquor store
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I mean what I gotta do to see a brick of mo?
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My hair’s in everything, my position is piv and toe
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Ship a yack from a plastic cup, my pores open
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Flow hard as the steel mill but ‘fore smokin’
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The realest shit that I ever spoke, I never wrote it
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Communicated in 3rd person, I’m never quoted
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Street politics, earn your stripes and get promoted
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No bullshit for Barack Obama, I never wrote it
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I’m just a hustler, allergic to election time
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But ain’t no harm in swingin’ a bat block for collection time
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Hit the corner twice, jumped out and threw ‘em off
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Hide my face behind the frames and a Louie scarf
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Stay fly nigga
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fresh as all outdoors
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I’ll Lotto M nigga
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I ain’t goin’ nowhere
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These niggas don’t know what I do
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Hustlin’ baby, chillin’
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All I gotta say is this nigga the coolest
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His wrist is the bluest
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Chickens come in flocks, bitches wanna do us
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Shammy in the coolers, it’s a party, it’s a party
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Cali green in the Cuba, you could call me Mr. Marley
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Finale is Chris Farley or an angel want his Harley
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Or a rapper in this Mazzy on a track built kamikaze
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The flow is crazy, it’s BOAZ
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Bo be the hustler, act like you know me baby
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Paper stackin’, lady mackin’ like Goldie baby
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Oh you ain’t know? I be ballin’ like Kobe baby
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Hit the game with the alla knivers and crossover
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That was hella work, I done put work on young shoulders
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Respect the hustle, chef the next Rick Ruben of rap music
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I’m about to be the second rustle
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Got your lady doing yoga in the Rover
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Right in front of the club, I’mma play ‘er til it’s over
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Yea fuckers, look
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Real niggas do what they want
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Suckers do what they can
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Add yourself
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What side of the streets you on?
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Yea you know
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Niggas catch feelings when you fuck these hoes
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They wear new clothes but that’s just how shit goes
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This my life style, it’s all part of my nature
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Lost a lot of real niggas who’s hard to replace it
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So I’m callin’ my maker, bless me with the proper team
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Point blank period, we all ready to top the Z
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Persevere like gladiators in the coliseum
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But they preserve my godly flesh in the mausoleum
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With all my riches and bitches like the pharaoh
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My pyramid be bigger than Mount Kilimanjaro
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That’s my attitude, I’m still from the ghetto
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Left the two give applause in the club like Sean Barrow
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Cocksucker..
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Here To Say
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| Boaz |
