I’m from the lights
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I’m the village dream
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When I was seventeen
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(Guess the dream is true hah?)
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Uh yea wussup?
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It’s the world baby
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Uh yea wussup?
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It’s the world baby
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I was on my grind when I was 17
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Only half a thing for a stack worth of 17
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Took a road trip, came back, have me 7 means
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When I turn 18, I’m worried by 7 things
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Yea, look, take ‘em back when I was 17
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17, alright cut this and let’s set you clean
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Always thuggin’, always on the scene
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It’s the word it’s 2 to bat, need some bigger chings
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I gotta get it, I want, I gotta have it
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Throw the nuts in the bag then I’m right back at it
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Yea, 14 grams in my attic
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The dealer of the year, so who’s really the addict
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Yea, all this fast money I’mma get done
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She kick me out the house, I got a dick that dance
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Guess mama don’t love me no more
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See, she might not even let me use the oven no more
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1-35, fresh out the press, smell the aroma
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Walk the stick, bunk on the couch, she in a coma
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And I swear that sin is louder than an avalanche
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Came back to X the 50, did the hammer dance
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My grandma keep telling me I needs to help
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But I keep tellin’ her that I need some wealth
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Cutlass with the alpine, got there too long
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Blow wind a hard, bitch I got me 2 chicks
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I was on my grind when I was 17
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Only half a thing for a stack worth of 17
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Took a road trip, came back, have me 7 means
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When I turn 18, I’m worried by 7 things
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Yea, look, take ‘em back when I was 17
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17, alright cut this and let’s set you clean
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Always thuggin’, always on the scene
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It’s the word it’s 2 to bat, need some bigger chains
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At 17 I had a 9 with 17 shots
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East 17, 5-17 block
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Fraid it’s to the left, whole hood cling lower
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Shout my niggas from valley Bronx to Concord
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Nigga, you could play ball
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Class, I took the day off
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Tryna buy some new J’s, hopin’ I get the skate off
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Fully automatic shootouts, call that sprayer
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Before I ever see 17, I but the K off
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And my homie got me blowed in the worst way
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7 grand for 17 birthday
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In the school hall we was getting cedar there
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Except the T hundred in my letter man
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When I was 17..
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I was on my grind when I was 17
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Only half a thing for a stack worth of 17
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Took a road trip, came back, have me 7 means
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When I turn 18, I’m worried by 7 things
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Yea, look, take ‘em back when I was 17
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17, alright cut this and let’s set you clean
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Always thuggin’, always on the scene
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It’s the word it’s 2 to bat, need some bigger chains
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17, you bust a clean team
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Uppin’ in this food court, polo’d up, pullin’ everything
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Some lil niggas ‘bout their fra skins
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Got my first queue key 5 points from the advocates
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Head ‘em down, I’m still fat there
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Had ‘em stashed in the old spice camp, thought I was slick there
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Diner with the ho when all goin’ cho
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Went from halfbacks to four ways a glass
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In it with the black vans and the tats
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Now we drinkin’ milk, throwin’ up slaps
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Young and wild, chest all full of cash
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Just a little nigga tryna come up on some green bats
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I was on my grind when I was 17
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Only half a thing for a stack worth of 17
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Took a road trip, came back, have me 7 means
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When I turn 18, I’m worried by 7 things
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Yea, look, take ‘em back when I was 17
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17, alright cut this and let’s set you clean
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Always thuggin’, always on the scene
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It’s the word it’s 2 to bat, need some bigger chains
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Seventeen
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| Freddie Gibbs |
