[Verse 1]
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No diploma, the corner was my high school
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Born on the curb something that the ghetto made
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Jump off the coast selling dope in the 7th grade
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Where I'm from you wasn't shit if you wasn't paid
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Watched the cocaine spread like AIDS
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Hustlers trying to survive the task force raids
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Playing with AKs trying to get out the projects
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Nigga get outta line they pop him like some latex
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Practice counting money like a nigga practice safe sex
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Ever since I was introduced to ice cream
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Always kept a choppa or connect in the triple-beam
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Pulling all nighters I never was into chasing dreams
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Hit a nigga up like the did my little cousin R[?]
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Captain of the cream cheese, grinding under the full moon
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These niggas snitching that's why they faker than cartoons
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I put them in the air like a fucking helium balloon
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[Hook]
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The whips is new, the banger is used
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Keep stacking on them I don't catch a D-boy blues
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Keep dumping on they ass till the clips is gone
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Hold down my set nigga rep my home [X2]
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[Verse 2]
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Why the first of the month my favorite time of the year?
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Sitting on the fiend porch till the mail get here
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I hustle hard, you bitch niggas pathetic
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Mad cause I'm collecting ten-thousand in credit sale
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I'm just like Gregory I get it like my p[?]
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For years I wasn't happy growing up in the projects
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Nigga my money used to be little like an insect
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I turned into a Racist only cause I love this green
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Graduated from digitals no more triple-beams
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Those were the finer things that came from [?]
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You don't now my lifestyle then fuck you nigga sue me then
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You wanna fuck with the game we'll chop you with it
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Go against the flame motherfucker you will never win
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R.I.P Baby Chains, R.I.P Lil' Twin
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Ima keep it stacking till I see hopefully yall again
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Throw your asses back in as soon as you get out the pen
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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I've seen em go, selling grams to collecting cans
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I just pray to God that he help me be a better man
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Cause when it come to the game nigga I overstand
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Only thing on my mind be them rubber bands
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Learn how to cook grams, coke taste like candy yams
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Little nigga moving with a 30[?]
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Told the man he could front the whole brick
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If worse come to worse nigga I ain't bringing back shit
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This is for a broke bitch, class, and sensation
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I could show you how to stack money in a depression
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Live Wire Records ain't going through a recession
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Counting my blessings before I hit the street tonight
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Hoping I don't ever end up on a crack pipe
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Stuck in the game nigga still selling all white
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Cypress Village where I learned the whips soft
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And 10th Street niggas where I got it all off
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[Hook]
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D-Boy Blues 2010
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J. Stalin |