(Intro)
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Nah, man I remember when I was 17
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A nigga always had a dream but how could you blame us?
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Who ever thought a nigga would be this famous?
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(Hook)
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I remember when I was 17
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And I had a dream to get up on the screen, now I¡¯m in
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But how could you blame us?
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Who¡¯d ever thought we¡¯d be this famous?
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Now I hit the club in foreign cars
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Keep kush in my gars, I¡¯m buyin out the bars
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But that money can¡¯t change us
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Who¡¯d ever thought I¡¯d be this famous?
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(Verse)
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BT and MTV, they know me
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Respect this grind, respect my time
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They better respect this rollie
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That nigga just turned 20 fore he think he Kobe
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These niggas fake, these niggas flaws, man you niggas phony
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And I¡¯m 3 things and I¡¯m not boy
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I remember I was brought up watchin 3 6 and them hot boys
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Ridin round them blocks boy
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The club is always hot boy
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Hit the club, party like a rockstar, shot boys
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And I was slick that I can sell a dream
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I was hell, I took a share when I was 17
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Young niggas livin fast, that¡¯s a motor sport
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Fucked up, bounced back, ain¡¯t even go to court
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Niggas getting killed and my niggas was killin
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Had to kill that shit and change our way of livin
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Used to hit the club just to bust heads
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Now I¡¯m bustin bad bitches I done buck yea
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(Hook)
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I remember when I was 17
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And I had a dream to get up on the screen, now I¡¯m in
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But how could you blame us?
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Who¡¯d ever thought we¡¯d be this famous?
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Now I hit the club in foreign cars
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Keep kush in my gars, I¡¯m buyin out the bars
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But that money can¡¯t change us
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Who¡¯d ever thought I¡¯d be this famous?
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(Verse)
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I remember them cold nights in December
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Through the storm but we won, we some winners
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I sip the whip up, getting on for the hood
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Gotta show love every time I ride through it
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You done did so much work in the A Town street
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Used to be smoking purps in the A Town E
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Night Cuban lean, Jesus piece, free Sinner Sweet
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They after me, they after me, they callin me they majesty
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I¡¯m on the road and I ain¡¯t stopping got em dancing on the pole
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Get that pussy poppin
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We used to raj a bow, now it¡¯s rich nigga cutting
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24 show, every day going shoppin
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When I was 17 would¡¯ve never dream it
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With you to be scheming, nigga hittin licks
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99 problems but ain¡¯t none bout a bitch
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And to the day I rest I¡¯m goin HAM with my clique, yep ha
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(Hook)
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I remember when I was 17
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And I had a dream to get up on the screen, now I¡¯m in
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But how could you blame us?
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Who¡¯d ever thought we¡¯d be this famous?
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Now I hit the club in foreign cars
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Keep kush in my gars, I¡¯m buyin out the bars
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But that money can¡¯t change us
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Who¡¯d ever thought I¡¯d be this famous?
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(Verse)
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Look, I remember I just wanted to be popular
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This is what I wanted, I ain¡¯t wanna be no doctor bruh
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My mama want a lawyer, my grandma wanted a preacher
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But comin where I come from I ain¡¯t wanna be neither
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At the age of 15 I was workin on a dream
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My people ain¡¯t had no money so I can barely do a thing
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So I went and got a job and I thought it was the answer
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My brother told me dream, he just tryna set examples
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So I learn how to record, we did it on our own
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After a couple months of struggling we done finally made a song
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Oh shit, be the best for the night, don¡¯t forget
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And I¡¯mma do this til it¡¯s over with, yea
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(Hook)
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I remember when I was 17
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And I had a dream to get up on the screen, now I¡¯m in
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But how could you blame us?
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Who¡¯d ever thought we¡¯d be this famous?
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Now I hit the club in foreign cars
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Keep kush in my gars, I¡¯m buyin out the bars
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But that money can¡¯t change us
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Who¡¯d ever thought I¡¯d be this famous?
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Be This Famous
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Travis Porter |