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When niggers see the light,
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They leave you in the dark.
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The shit ain't going right,
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Who can you call on?
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A couple of years ago,
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I sleeping in the dark.
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Now I got the village
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In my front yard.
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Everybody straight,
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Everybody straight,
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My whole hood straight
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All my niggers straight,
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All my blood straight
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My whole family straight.
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Don't let me go game,
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That's the blueprint,
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Ride 'till that Jay-Z,
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The blue crib.
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I can't knock my hustle,
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...
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Drop Caesar put the streets on curfew.
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1017, that's my way in.
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Free ..., Scooter work some more men.
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Had to take that now,
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Fuck that up, next shit.
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I remix them every second,
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Every minute.
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I can't set a dough clean,
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I gotta stretch in
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What's your future name,
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I'll shoot you through your necklace.
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Got your flocker in your hood, we wreck it.
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Got them tickets,
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The tickets mean finessing.
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I wasn't straight, in 2008,
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I was jammed up, come back from my case.
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Come back for estate,
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Couldn't even leave the state.
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I had no place to stay,
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But now I'm super straight.
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Now I style Rollings,
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And line them at the gates.
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Got a million dollar Taurus with no license plate.
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No more paper plates, my kids eat off gold plates.
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No more rain and noodles, all I wanna eat is stake.
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I track a lot of haters, 'cause I'm flexing everyday.
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Grind harder, having flashbacks of my broke days.
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Plus, I kept my mouth closed when the folks came.
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Never fall on my niggers, take it to my grave.
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[Chorus]
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Straight Been
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| Young Scooter |
