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    Damn
    Ayo Drum, play that bitch back (oh damn, let me tell you niggas 'bout most of the)
    Most of the shit, and I say
    (Danny got that juice)
    Had some problems, but, that's what made me who I am today (today)
    They was tearin' me down, I ain't never break (I ain't never break)
    Interrogation, I ain't never say
    Nigga got hit up with that Drac' (shh, pow, pow)
    I'm from the 'hood, you break the rules
    You got to pay (you got to pay)
    I done made it on my own, say, "Amen" (amen, amen)
    I'm protected everywhere I go (mhm)
    Free my brothers in the sprinter van
    Fifty cent chip bags from the store
    Now, a young nigga got hella bands
    Bands, I'm so high that I won't never land
    I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa (okay)
    Say: I love you 'fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot
    I done knocked some off (that's a fact)
    Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
    But, she still sitting 'round puttin' up with my ass
    Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag

    Put her ass on that
    If I cop one, I'll buy mom's support (whoa)
    Love her, still left her stranded, that's a shotta soul (oh)
    I don't talk no planet
    Ride me like a rodeo, whoa (oh)
    I know that you see I'm worse than before (oh-oh)
    But if you mine, you'll stay on my side
    Don't tell a nigga that can't take mine
    Got to make more money than I had before, oh
    But he don't value what you mean, now, I know
    Now, you got to tell a nigga your time gone
    My sons gone, my mind gone, they thinkin' that (they thinkin' that)
    Young nigga rick like Richy
    Rich like Rich The Kid, I pay the bills
    I pay my mama bills, and the lawyer fees
    For my bro', I'll probably sell my house
    He say, "Murder fees," don't bring 'em me
    Know I play for keeps, I knock some off (I knock some off)
    Black Range truck, pull up sport, take off (skrrt, skrrt, let's go)
    Better not tell me shit, I'm inside my house
    Told a bitch she better watch her mouth (watch)
    You know I'm a gangster
    You know it ain't long till the day that they say I'ma die (die)
    Not a child, I don't cry, just make sure I'm focused
    I'm rollin' with sticks in the ride (sticks in the ride)
    And make sure I stack up my Ms for my child
    You know that I ran up my Ms for them kids (them racks)

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    I ain't seen my daughter or son in over a year
    And still don't know what I did
    Play games, nigga, I set the bait
    Mask up, ride with my, I take the blame
    If I got 'em, make sure I designer my kids
    Lord know I grew up I can rob this case
    I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa (okay)
    Say: I love you 'fore I leave that Nawf
    I done made it too hot, I done knocked some off (that's a fact)
    Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
    But, she still sitting 'round puttin' up with my ass
    Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag
    Put her ass on that
    If I cop one, I'll buy mom's support (whoa)
    Love her, still left her stranded, that's a shotta soul (oh)
    I don't talk no planet
    Ride me like a rodeo, whoa (oh, rodeo)

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