| I ain’t gone sugarcoat nothing
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| I’ma tell you times when I was up
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| I’ma tell you times I was struggling
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| When I was starving for that cash
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| Say I was money hungry
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| Was on my ass down bad
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| I needed food in my stomach
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| When I be rapping they love it
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| But I’m out here snapping like, «Fuck it»
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| Keep my head on a swivel
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| And keep my mind on that money
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| I ain’t worried 'bout the fame
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| I fell in love with the game
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| She be giving me head
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| But I fell in love with her brain
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| I got love for my niggas
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| I know they love me the same
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| When I was going through my struggle
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| A couple of them changed
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| It’s okay, I’m straight
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| 'Cause I can hold up my weight
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| I was locked up in my cell
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| Had everything on wait
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| I’m on 1800 block, nigga, shouts out
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| Once the road got bumpy, niggas went the other way
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| Everybody forsake me
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| Ain’t no need for debating
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| I was showing love to niggas when I knew they was hating
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| Is it true or you faking?
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| I was gone on vacation
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| Now I’m back off vacation
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| And I’m like fuck, nigga, pay me
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| Gotta think before you speak
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| 'Cause you don’t know what you saying
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| Started off with a baby
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| Now I’m riding on Dayton’s
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| I can’t lose I’m just gaining
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| Once you sleeping I’m waking
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| You know I love .38s
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| But I still tote the .380
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| I’m a project baby
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| I’m tryna hit the suburbs
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| I’m tired of looking over my shoulder
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| Posted up on the curb
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| Posted up tryna serve
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| You wasn’t there, you just heard
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| I be going with the flow
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| I just look back and observe
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| Got a trick up my sleeve
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| I got a lick for them D’s
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| Got your bitch on her knees
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| She suck my dick with no teeth
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| I say Momma I can’t swim, but I’m knee deep in these streets
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| I’m like fuck the industry because I’m deep in these streets |