No champagne bottles but we celebratin'
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Just a bunch of weed smoke how we elevatin'
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We've been hella patient but our times come
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Played the background, kept it silent
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Now bring the drum, let's vibe one
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Time for my nigga's trapped in the slump
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And for my nigga's that's been down since day one
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This our glory, the platform is set to tell our story
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The bottom dwellers went from rags to riches
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From the beat up buggy to the platinum sixes
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The baddest women show off our existence
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Paper plate eating, we the fendi print dishes
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We was dead broke trying to make sense with struggling times
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With good time wishes the stars we wished upon
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Now ever align now the gold on our necks got a grill and shine
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All gold king with a scholar mind
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I studied the buildings while building mine
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I got an empire fine high like the Guggenheim
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No Picasso, Martinez when I'm jotting rhymes
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See I see life at an incline
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Everything gets better with a little hard work and time
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So I hard work my grind
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Now my whole team can shine
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And we elevating like a Lebron
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Don't shout BCG until our times up
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Tell the Buddha monk turn the bass up
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I'm bout to outrun these nigga's tell them lace up
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Was once far behind now I'm way front
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Outrun em nigga's tell them lace up
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Hook:
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We seen hard times so I put them in the rhymes
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And drag through the dirt tryin' call sides
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Been through hell now let the gods shine
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An outcast from the far side
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Who made a mob tie from rough beggining's to a smooth ride
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Roll up the Buddha now let's get high
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For my nigga's locked down trying to get by
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I swear to god my nigga's this is .
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Remember broke days bumming black and milds
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Trying to relieve stress that was passed down
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Sipping pints of gin trying to pass out
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Chopping grams of raw trying to cash out
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Cause illegal was the only way out
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Didn't see another route we was all in the house
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Watching boys in the hood trying to figure it out
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Didn't want to be Ricky and get gunned down
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Cause before the scholarships hollow tips passed out
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So the hoop dreams deflate and I need food for plate
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And momma's rent late
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So these pockets full of stones and this .38
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Will all seal my fate
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It's a dirty game and when I get these stones off
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We gunna celebrate
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A stone cold killer who don't hesitate
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A heavyweight for the cake
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Ain't no featherweight
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I snatch a chicken out his coop
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Hook:
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We seen hard times so I put them in the rhymes
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And drag through the dirt tryin' call sides
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Been through hell now let the gods shine
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An outcast from the far side
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Who made a mob tie from rough beggining's to a smooth ride
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Roll up the Buddha now let's get high
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For my nigga's locked down trying to get by
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I swear to god my nigga's this is .
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Gettin By
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| Stalley |
