Still here 15 summers
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I been balling since the baby Hummers
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You wanna talk to me, talk numbers
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I ain't tryna see you, Stevie Wonder
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I'm just tryna pay my child support, man
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And still have some leftover balling change
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See, I came a long way from ripping wood grain
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And repping about my new piece of chains
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Nowadays I be pulling up like the boss
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Crow steel cost more than a house
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Used to steal cars living on and off
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Now everything I drive is paid off
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I be hopping out the Ghost with two trophies
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Walking in the crib, got them canned groceries
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Bitch, I'm the boss, you can't coach me
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Better get your weight up before you come approach me
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Thugga
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I been racking Rollies since the small faces
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I done had a grill when you had braces
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I'm shaking all snakes, avoid all cases
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Tryna make another mil', still paper chasing
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You can stay broke if you want to
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But I'm addicted to getting me something new
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That's why you see me riding clean like I do
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Fresh kicks, fresh fit, new bitch, too
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You only get one life, better ball, nigga
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Fuck settling for less, I want it all, nigga
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I'm too tired to do anything small, nigga
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That's why my AKA boss hard, nigga
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I done seen it all, done it all twice
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I feel like I'm going on my third life
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If you real you should take this here advice
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Grind hard till you get your paper right
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Lead a boss life, nigga
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Trophies
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Slim Thug |