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[Hook]
Momma said be careful son
Well momma I’m on one
Got my Newports and I roll one
We gon’ flip and let the dough come
[Verse 1: Muggs]
Day by day youngin’ getting smart
Come to think, shit, I’m walking art
Tryna line me up but can’t catch the part
Broke together, fuck that rich apart shit
All this pain in my heart shit
Gotta nigga leanin’ on my Mr. Clark shit
The game fucked, got me blowin’ on my cartridge
So much drive that I had to go and park it
Now I’m boostin, but I’m stealin’ so I’m losin’
That’s how I feel test myself so I’m improvin’
Tired of runnin, all my life ya boy been movin’
Gotta constantly tell myself we gettin’ through it
Ratchets on the left side, Henny on the right
Lighter on the dashboard, spark ’em at the light
Jake on the corner gotta catch me on a flight
FA$TMONEY slowin’ up, only on the Sprite
If any first niggas know how we go
Fuck hoes, get dough and some mo’
Any nigga that’ll pose that’s foe
Eighth letter, couple lifers that’s 'lo
[Verse 2: Da$H]
My love for the game still intact, get paid for makin’ them tracks
Still I’m exchangin’ a pack, cause I ain’t aight; I need stacks
Mother sayin’ I’ve changed, content with bein’ insane
It’s tears when she hearin’ my name and I can’t lie I’m ashamed
But I’m just scared for my brothers
Closer we get to this money farther we get from each other
Closer I get to my dreams the farther I get from my woman Grandma say I need patience and I’m just thinkin; what’s comin?
Or what the fuck I’m becomin; I’m just pourin’ my syrup
Percocet in my body; shit, I’m just searchin’ for clearance
My niggas say I’ve got problems and I ain’t tryin’ to hear it
All this pain on my brain my nigga I know that you hear it
Rap shit like crabs in a bucket
Feel like takin’ this barrel inside this bucket and dumpin’
Numb to it all, don’t know which way to feel like I’m drummin’
When they box a nigga up, hope I ain’t do it for nothin’
Hope I ain’t do it for nothin’
(No I ain’t bluffin’)
(All of this syrup I’m guzzlin’)
(Yeah so)
[Hook x2]
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