(Verse)
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My plans after high-school, simple
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Get skrilla
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My heroes came in no case,
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No chinchillas
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Living in the city, where a nigga have a job
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And nobody wanna steal, a dealer like god
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Street niggas looking like they just went platinum
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Foreign on his feet with the Rolex platinum
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You wanna get money with him, but he have actions
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So I'mma sell my deal, make the nigga come to me
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I'm a real hood nigga, I don't finesse
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Cause in my city, that will get your ass stretched
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Learn from the best, past gang to the puff
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Sipping with my Daddy Mush, champagne in the cup
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Posted at the spot, and my sack still fresh
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Looking at the block, I look right to your left
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Saw a narc car and almost lost my breath
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Way back around the corner, er'body clear the set
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(Hook 2x)
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In the city full of dealers
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In the hood full of killers
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Keep the bullshit out, there's more money
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So I hit the block and I have my own money
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Was under 21, playn with grown money
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(Verse)
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I'm from the city, it's a competition, I get slugged
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You gon' treat me out of line or you gon' hop one in front?
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See, man, you better watch it, if it buys the scrubs
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The hell you looking at the gut, we only got ten months
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Murders going on er'time in the streets
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Don't believe this shit real, follow crime in the D
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I know niggas want my head, all these diamonds on me
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The case, stop shouting, I just got it to me
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Got a fatigue? Not for me, but my nigga official
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Gotta connect with YG-Cane when needed a pistol
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Wanna cough me a 50? I just needed credentials
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Niggas wanna see us dial? Sign the papers with our initials
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City Of Dealers
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