Back when I was a young nigga
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Playing in the sand
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I had some big dreams so
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I made a little plan
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You was out partying while
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I was thinking in advance
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Try'n'a get right hoping
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That one day I'd be the man
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The years went by
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I was in my A
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I got rid of all of the niggas
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That was in my way
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I saved nickels and quarters
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'till I could afford a studio
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To record and then get money
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Off the shit I say
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Then my dream came true and
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The fraud niggas came out
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See my ballin' out they all
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We all gettin' paid now
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Talking like "Hopsin, oh
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You're a great pal"
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Fuck you, stick my balls
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In your dang mouth
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Now every other week
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You hit me up for money
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Frontin' like you always been down (pow!)
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But back then when
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A nigga was living bummy
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Your ass was nowhere to be found (wow!)
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What my nigga I ain't tryin to be one of ya fake ass goldigger
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Homies that's not it (that's not what I'm doin)
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But hey I want 500 dollas I'mma pay ya ass back next week man I promise (please)
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Hook:
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I can't even make friends
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Cause all they ever do is ask for my money
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They like let have this
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Let me have that
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Let me have this and they keep on coming (man)
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Let me get a dollar, Give me that money
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Let me get a dollar, Give me that money
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Let me get a dollar, Give me that money
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Let me get a dollar, Give me that money!
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Gimmie That Money
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| Hopsin |
