I'm straight up out dat ghetto lookin' fo' a come up
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I gotta make dat cheese talkin bout mega bucks
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I'm spittin much game and I'm pull 'em in this thangs
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But man this shit is slow, I need to try some other thangs
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My brother, heavy on the low, boomin' into town
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I see he living straight, he need to front his girl a pound
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I be so fucked up, that's da chance I gotta take
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I'm dropping outta school, cause this cheese I gotta make
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I holla at my brother, he done set his girl straight
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Whatever for that cheese, on the track real late
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I'm pushin so much dope, I done fell off in the mall
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Me and Mac Doody, man we shop until we fall
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I'm tryin not to splurge, gotta keep it on the low
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But dawg that's hard to do, when you was used to being broke
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I'm out here living nice, niggas jockin' my life
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I got a karat gold smile and I'm dripped up in ice, shit
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I don't trust dem boys, get em all way from round here
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Everybody talkin' how we flashin' all the time here
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Police niggas snitchin' when I'm tryin to sell these pounds here
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Need to shut the fuck up, you get yo' self drowned here
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I got a Benz on twenties but I'm still in the hood
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My neighbors wonderin how the fuck did I get it so good
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There you go, nosy ho, all up in my biz
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Ain't no questions asked when I'm out there feeding your kids
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I wonder why the police always riding my block
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They need to take they ass on, I'm tired of swallowin rocks
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Man I'm always getting sweated, man these bitches be at me
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I tell em that my folks died and they left me that fetty
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They ain't tryin to hear that shit, a punk bitch and a snitch
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These boys hatin' cause I'm hustlin', trying to get rich
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You wanna cut my water off, cause your dick is too soft
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Nigga you ain't getting paid followin' the law
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If you shut the fuck up, then I might give you something
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But naw bitch, fuck you , I ain't givin yo hatin' ass nothin
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So you can snitch to the folks, but you gotta have proof
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Don't let me find out who you are, then it's over for you, bitch
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I don't trust dem boys, get em all way from round here
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Everybody talkin' how we flashin' all the time here
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Police niggas snitchin' when I'm tryin to sell these pounds here
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Need to shut the fuck up, you get yo' self drowned here
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It was five in the morning, police kickin' in my front door
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Wit them Tech 9's asking me where the damn dope
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I ain't got no dope, but they slam me to the fuckin' floor
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They ain't have to do it like that, I'm a jazzy ho
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They didn't find no dope, but they took my ass anyway
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Trying to run the game, bout they shippin' me upstate
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Get me to the station and they lookin' at each other
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Askin me some questions, showin pictures of my brother
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Trying to make a deal, see they thinkin I'm a stupid bitch
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They ain't find no dope, so these hoes ain't got shit
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I ain't sayin' a word, shit they got amy family background
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Even thought it's true, I ain't trying to make a damn sound
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72 hours in the tank, goin crazy
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I don't give a fuck, I can't snitch on my family
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So they cut me loose, got no evidence to keep me in
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Back out on these streets and it's going down once again
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(repeat 3x)
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I don't trust dem boys, get em all way from round here
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Everybody talkin' how we flashin' all the time here
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Police niggas snitchin' when I'm tryin to sell these pounds here
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Need to shut the fuck up, you get yo' self drowned here
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I Don't Trust Dem Boys
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