A lil' skinny nigga, call me underdog
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Hanging with my partners, parking out expensive cars
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It's funny how the rock could change a nigga life
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Went from sleeping on the floors to mattress, fucking overnight
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Took grandma to the church, had to pay my ties
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100 G's to the preacher, should've seen his eyes
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My aunty cry every time when she see me strapped
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But these lil' niggas will kill you, life is just one trap
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Keep my pistol cock homie, I don't fuck with cowards
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Took my bitch out the hood, here's a million dollars
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Put my trust in God and I love haters
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'Cause every time they talk shit, nigga, I get paper
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Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends
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Peter told Jesus he love Him then he did Him in
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Bias calls this shit last year, man, this shit funny
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Real niggas that turn bitch behind a lil' money
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I thank God for my partners, my nigga Joey
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'Cause when I was hurting he ain't talked shit, he said pitch and throw it
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Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit
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You know all the bullshit we had to deal with
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Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
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I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
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Road enough swisher to this real shit
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Still praying for the patience not to kill shit
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Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
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It's no limit to this real shit
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It's the untouchable, grew up on a hostible
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So it's nothing for me to kick in the door and fuck with you
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Tie you and your bitch up then hop in the truck with you
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You die on your way to the track, the knife stuck in you
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This next ball for Rihanna, I'm fucking you
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Gangsta hit it doggie style with Chris Brown bumping through
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Love bitches, smoke weed, cut pie, sold dope
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Drove Rraris, parked Masis, crooked on Appalachian slopes
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Hey yo Peter, you ain't seen a nigga like this be
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But these auto memoirs are the go rope, Hollywood ever then the white boys I sold coke
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Crazy motherfucker, my conscience for a logo
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Ice tea and them bricks, I've been fucking with coco
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11 years old, I had a triple beam before I had a GI Joe
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Birds spotting boatload, that bitch life and a show cold
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It's hard to trust hoes, you see what happened to Old Show
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Yeah, ain't no limit to this real shit
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Master and them P's says 12, it's time to kill shit
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Yeah, let's make a toast to this real shit
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You know all the bullshit we had to deal with
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Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
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I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich
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Road enough swisher to this real shit
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Still praying for the patience not to kill shit
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Started off with crumbs, we had to build bricks
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It's no limit to this real shit
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Toast
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Master P |