As a kid I had a lot of money
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Nodded up rubber band money
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Next to that XBox thrown in my Jordan box
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As a kid I had a lot of money
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Nooded up rubber band money
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Next to that XBox
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Thrown in my Jordan box
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I think it was my 13's
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Something that I rarely rocked
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White and black high top
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I used to wear the high socks
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Back when I was ballin'
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Shootig 3s for a dollar
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I was hustling niggers back then
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Buying momma scratch and wins
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Stacking my ends trying to get that Robinson
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Cause pop was robbing
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Beatin'em back then
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I mean back when he was in my life
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I still had to think
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For my life it was good with that
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Dicky pants and shooting thai
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Let me decide which way to go
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Changes tire wages
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Out to the day I expire so
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BCGs Russian blue collar to the buckle
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All my deals done Midwest
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Nigger with the locks on
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Been getting this since Voltron
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Kung-Fu grip grow fond
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When it comes to getting this paper
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I'm like coke deal up boy
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Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead
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Fresh made we bow our head
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Give thanks for this bread
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Lord keep us safe
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And our families out the feds
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My OG asked it square
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And this is what he said
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Coupes & roses flowers for the dead
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Fresh made we bow our head
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Give thanks for this bread
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Lord keep us safe
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And our families out the feds
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My OG asked it square
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And this is what he said
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Expensive habits I'm an
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Addict for gold and kicks
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Leather bunkers and dark skinned chicks
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What can I say?
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I like to floss a bit
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Spend money like a faucet drain
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Sweat pants inside vans
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Like a Boston nigger
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Everybody say I'm awesome
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I'm just makin money talkin' this
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Never made one cent
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Of a toss in a blink
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I hustled diamonds
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Got my hands dirty
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Cleaning my wrist
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Gold gat no rope
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Still emotion is sick
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Blue collar clean Impala
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Automatic no stick
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In case in trip automatics who grip
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Protect possessions
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Don't condone a weapon
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But they out to catch us slippin'
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When you livin' like this
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The poor fish on the rich
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Court seats in the Knicks
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Shout to Marn my nigger
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The harder I work more lavish I live
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Not bad for a kid
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Who always started with kicks
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Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead
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Fresh made we bow our head
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Give thanks for this bread
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Lord keep us safe
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And our families out the feds
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My OG asked it square
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And this is what he said
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Coupes & roses flowers for the dead
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Fresh made we bow our head
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Give thanks for this bread
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Lord keep us safe
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And our families out the feds
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My OG asked it square
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And this is what he said
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Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead
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Fresh made we bow our head
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Give thanks for this bread
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Lord keep us safe
|
And our families out the feds
|
My OG asked it square
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And this is what he said
|
Coupes & roses flowers for the dead
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Fresh made we bow our head
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Give thanks for this bread
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Lord keep us safe
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And our families out the feds
|
My OG asked it square
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And this is what he said
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He said
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Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead
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Fresh made we bow our head
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Give thanks for this bread
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Lord keep us safe
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And our families out the feds
|
My OG asked it square
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And this is what he said
|
Coupes & roses flowers for the dead
|
Fresh made we bow our head
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Give thanks for this bread
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Lord keep us safe
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And our families out the feds
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My OG asked it square
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And this is what he said
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Coupes & Roses
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| Stalley |
