Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Here you go
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I'm on the paper round two, nigga!
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Hook: (x2)
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My childhood friend grew up and became a thug
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But I grew up and made a living out of drugs
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Same as Gs, invested in my own hood
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Send the.. color is the crib.
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..same color is the crib
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Same color diamonds in my motherfucking ears
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The pastor in the church selling my grandmamma home
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Dolph in the hood, count money, send the dope, nigga!
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My childhood friend grew up and became a thug
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But I grew up, got addicted to money'
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Police running here is too much doctor flesh
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Remember, I count 200 bands and said this ain't enough!
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' big feet, I pull up and kill shit, six feet
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One street, three sparks, one hundred pounds
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A scales, ten scraps, a thousand rounds.
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Hook: (x2)
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My childhood friend grew up and became a thug
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But I grew up and made a living out of drugs
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Same as Gs, invested in my own hood
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Send the.. color is the crib.
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My partner gave bait, but I don't join the game
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Scooter run the fucking block and me got money game
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Fifty thousand all' watch play, J
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My nigga Loki kinda creeping, he a..
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I do a lot of Kelly business, they got cheap things
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Plus the shit I know I'm never going broke again
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.. paper up,
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Flying packs landing at the.. house
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I grew up a hustler, trappling at my momma house
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When she go to work, I turn it to a crack house
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Send her to surveil, same color cribs
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Dope with no smell, it go for twenty-six.
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Hook: (x2)
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My childhood friend grew up and became a thug
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But I grew up and made a living out of drugs
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Same as Gs, invested in my own hood
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Send the.. color is the crib.
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...money's like the'
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Stop it, I fall, young nigga on the curve
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Run to cause I hustle crack of the work
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Play with my dough, chop a bullet, might just merk you!
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' no bills, only twenty
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Selling' weed out, we're getting money!
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Just another nigga made a million off the words
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Police arrest me like I made a million off the birds
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I flip the script and made a lick I'm the shit like the'
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The chopper blow your ass away your shoe left on the curb!
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A nigga' trying to lose
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I ain't giving a whole shit, you can call me, screwed!
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Hook: (x2)
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My childhood friend grew up and became a thug
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But I grew up and made a living out of drugs
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Same as Gs, invested in my own hood
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Send the.. color is the crib.
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Grew Up
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| Young Dolph |
