| I’m back, I’m back, I’m back
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| Don’t know how to act
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| What I got is what you lack
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| I give it up, you hold back
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| Stuck with the slack, I go and stack my stacks
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| I’m back, I’m back, I’m back
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| Rolling up the pack, party sound wack
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| Think I have to pass, park, I’m smoking gas
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| Mom jean on my ass
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| Get the last laugh 'cause my name you’ll never drag
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| Miss me, boy, the best you ever had
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| Drawstring on my bag
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| Let the pants sag
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| Petty, never mad
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| Leave it in the past
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| If I dwell I’ma never have the life I worked hard for
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| The city to explore
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| The money come in more
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| Stuck in the crib, stuck in the crib
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| I’m a big little kid
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| I’m the bottle, the bib, the baby food lid
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| The nipple, the lid, and I did what I did
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| 'Cause I live how I live
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| For $ 2.50 I could go anywhere I want
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| Even if they check my bags
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| I’m hiding weed from the cops
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| I was on the 6, green line chick
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| I was on the 6
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| Fuck with the kid, you don’t fuck with the kid
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| And I show ya my world and ya seen how I live
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| From the womb to the crib
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| And the crib to the school
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| And the school to the rave
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| And the rave to the games
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| Patsies for the eats
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| Casablancas for the meats
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| La Tropenzas for the bread
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| Went to Hajis got a philly cheese instead
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| Round the corner to Ollin 'cause you know I’m Mexican
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| Drink horchata with my peeps
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| Hug my auntie in the street
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| You could find me and jeff on the court
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| Playing ball, football, and track
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| And I still play them all even though that I’m wack
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| Pleasant Ave, Italianos, Glottis, and the Lucianos
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| Raos sitting on the corner, ever been inside
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| There’s a guy at the table, eats fazul as he cry
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| For $ 2.50 I could go anywhere I want
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| Even if they check my bags
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| I’m hiding weed from the cops
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| I was on the 6, green line chick
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| I was on the 6 |