(Intro)
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Riiiight
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Deuce!
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(Verse)
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Nothing but trouble, what they gonna do with us?
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Street¡¯s a motherfucker, ain¡¯t no tellin who to trust
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I told em show me the money, I wanna see it all
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Been around the world twice, nigga I done seen it all
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Motivation ? grind long as it takes
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This shit cutthroat, nobody is safe
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I put my city on my back, nigga no matter the weight
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And while I¡¯m at it might as well give em something to hate
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Lil gold chains, diamonds are forever til a nigga gone
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I notice they don¡¯t pay attention til a nigga on
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Sex, money and drugs ? I call it rock n roll
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I was brought up one way, nigga coppin dro
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I front myself and get it on the back yea
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Woke up hung, movin set, tonight I¡¯m goin back
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Another day, another dollar, another night of weed and vodka
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Ain¡¯t no promising tomorrow so I¡¯m tryna put my stuck up
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I tell em watch my back, not my sack
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That¡¯s words of wisdom from my homeboy rack
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If the niggas cut the check then it must be my callin
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Put yo money up and crist on it, my pull
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(Hook)
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I been down this road before
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Man, some things never change
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It¡¯s like you make a little money and people act like they know you
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It¡¯s funny how things have changed in a year here
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In the city of gold
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Gotta hustle to survive
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Perfect day on the grind
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Our mission to get nurture
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Only to live and die
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In LA¡¦
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(Verse)
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Look, suckers pray, try and stay away from fuckery
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A man before anything, I fuck with who fuck with me
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Rain king, yea I weave up up
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Money, power and respect, nigga we¡¯s the mob
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I¡¯m on my job 9 to 5
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Better yet, 5 to 9, graveyard
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One in a million, against all odds
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Little niggas run around this bitch for pays like the city of God
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Lost angels, mentality is devilish
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Make the witness disappear as well as all the evidence
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Somebody call the ambulance, the nigga juicy killin em
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Used to import the word, split em and deliver em
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Paid my dues, owe it to myself
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Street nigga, something I can¡¯t help
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Glock 26, 9 millie in my belt
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Gamble with the street and play the cards I was dealt
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(Hook)
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I been down this road before
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Man, some things never change
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It¡¯s like you make a little money and people act like they know you
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It¡¯s funny how things have changed in a year here
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In the city of gold
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Gotta hustle to survive
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Perfect day on the grind
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Our mission to get nurture
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Only to live and die
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In LA¡¦
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City Of Gold
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