Ft. BWA Kane
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(Verse)
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I spent my childhood in a wild hood
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I dropped out when I was 14
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Backed out o' that
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Found I could spend a rack for a oh of cream
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Then I added three grams of baking soda, I be doin' my thing
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And now the O head get nagged at me, I be bout my dream
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I live a thug life like 2Pac, and a homie should
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And I ain't talkin' bout no marathon, but I run my hood
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And the only thing I wish is a nigga would
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Me and So-Low post photos smokin' backwoods
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I got the black pistol on me right now, but my lawyer Jewish
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(Hook)
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I had 200, 80 gram, Gucci mash all the cash
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If it take ya too long to lock up then bring it back
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I had 200, 80 gram, Gucci mash all the cash
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If it take ya too long to lock up then bring it back
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(Verse 2)
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I done took loss, we real bosses way before our time
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Some of these street niggas here bombin', they bomb my lines
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I put the new ice in the new watch just to froze my time
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I got some young shooters that'll gonna shoot you if you cross that line
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Free all the big homie and the lil homie that doin' time
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I'm just here to tell you I'm more than happy these rap niggas lyin'
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(Verse 3)
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Off the phone with Jizzl, one of my nickles hot as a missile
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Couldn't believe it, no surprise, death to my eyes, bitch, I need it
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Try to deceive me, olly through dixie
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Led him to Dre, told him the business
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Told him I'm straight but I'm deceivin'
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Lawyer on deck, get him a 50
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(Verse 4)
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Dropdown fridge on the work with the generator runnin'
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Hustle like a dawg tryna generate the money
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Earth came flippin' on the block, keep pumpin'
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Rocks keep bumpin', straight (fucking radio presenter)
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Breakin' up whore, let the state PD hit it
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Drop it on the skip, point two, 2 niggas
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Young nigga watchin' all the otha niggas get it
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Started jankin' new J's, heard you bought some new titties
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(Verse 5)
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Oh, that's a bet, all them diamonds bbs
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In my hood, I got respect
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13 with a rest attack (?)
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I will be just like Lee Lucas
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Sellin' chickens, steady hoopin'
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I say hoopin'?! I mean ballin'
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Diamonds in my muslim towdee
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(Verse 6)
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Gucci boots that glue with belts
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Check night and just do it
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I was locked up with Big Rufus
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Tellin' Reggie Miller a shooter
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Hittin' for the pamper on dizzy come up(?)
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That witta flood the whole tilt
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You niggas know my jack would neva make no rat nigga look cute
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Woah
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Childhood
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| Kevin Gates |
