| Before the rollie, before the fame
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| Before the money, before the game
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| Before them bitches
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| Before they ever knew my name
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| Before the rollie, before the rollie
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| Them times was hard, I’m chasin' money
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| Before the rollie, before the rollie
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| The same circle, the same homies
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| My same niggas, no new friends
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| Since day one, nigga no loose ends
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| Just a young nigga, outchea every day
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| I’mma get it by any means
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| That was just my mind frame
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| Before the Gucci and Louis
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| Before the Rollie dog I went through it
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| They ain’t never fuck with me when I was broke
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| You ain’t gonna stunt with me when I do it
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| Talk is cheap gotta put in that work
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| Remember them days I was ridin' in the merk
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| No A/C cause the shit don’t work
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| Plus no radio to make shit worse
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| I’da come a long way and they know it
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| Fuck where you at its about where you goin'
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| Can’t sit around and wait for no money
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| Ain’t no naw nigga can’t do it
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| Boy I did this shit for my niggas
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| Since day one I been a go getter
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| Now my money right and these hoes on me
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| Ho well go figure (Hoodnation)
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| Before the rollie, before the fame
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| Before the money, before the game
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| Before them bitches
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| Before they ever knew my name
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| Before the rollie, before the rollie
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| Them times was hard, I’m chasin' money
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| Before the rollie, before the rollie
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| The same circle, the same homies
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| Ain’t never had shit for' my dream
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| Ain’t never sell no work to them fiends
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| Ain’t never snitch and tell on my dogs
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| Wakin' up every day for that cream
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| Nigga I was down and out in that field
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| So stressed out because of them bills
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| Ain’t no kinda hope in my city
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| Most my homies dead or in jail
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| Every night I toss and I turn
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| Feelin' like the Devil all on my back
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| Still I’m praying times get better
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| Had a few thoughts sell in that pack
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| Boy my mom gon' cuss me out
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| Runnin' her blood pressure so high
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| When that money comin' in slow
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| It’ll be a couple homies that rot
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| I’m that same nigga from out of Deerfield
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| Ain’t shit changed but a rap deal
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| Gotta little money niggas actin' funny
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| Now I know how niggas in the trap feel
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| Ya’ll rather me broke than be fucked up
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| And my same hood and those same chucks
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| I look back today throw prayers up
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| Now I never forget where I came from
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| Before the rollie, before the fame
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| Before the money, before the game
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| Before them bitches
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| Before they ever knew my name
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| Before the rollie, before the rollie
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| Them times was hard, I’m chasin' money
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| Before the rollie, before the rollie
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| The same circle, the same homies
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| Before the rollie man it was cuffs
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| Hard times man shit was tough
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| I was told don’t trust niggas
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| Be the main ones to come and hit you up
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| Still ridin' round like I ain’t rich as fuck
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| Young niggas we clippin' up
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| Before the rollie hoes fronted on me
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| Now I pull up on em like bitch whats up?
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| Young niggas ballin'
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| Fuck niggas hatin'
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| Before I had a rollie
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| I ain’t have no patience
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| A nigga ran up on me
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| Be a sad situation
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| We cap’n gown you pussy niggas ain’t talkin' graduation
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| See there was something 'bout that Rollie when it touched my wrist
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| Something 'bout that Rollie when I fucked your bitch
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| Cause it caught her eye and she sucked my dick
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| She told you lies and you trust that bitch
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| Like hol' up
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| Ya’ll niggas hatin' on me
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| When all these bad bitches waitin' on me
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| And all that shit you pray on me
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| I still kill niggas like shame on me
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| Before the rollie, before the fame
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| Before the money, before the game
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| Before them bitches
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| Before they ever knew my name
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| Before the rollie, before the rollie
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| Them times was hard, I’m chasin' money
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| Before the rollie, before the rollie
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| The same circle, the same homies |