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[Verse 1: Tumi Luciano]
Money came. Cascade. Black escalades
Hold up. Lemme tell you a story
Lemme tell you in lyric what hip hop did for me
We went from being illiterate to being story tellers
Rapper punks chill with drunks to being story sellers
I was always curious as a youngin’
Freeway Harley Davidson with no luggage
We used to dream but our dreams we never followed
Never show remorse cause my pride I never swallowed
Rap about money and you probably think I’m shallow
Million plus RRs you can check that on my shadow
Confidence brimming since I was ill with the lyrics
Mr. T.u.m.i real name no gimmick
Hennessey in a white cup me and my niggas we sipping
Chilling, laughs echo through the room while we reminiscing
The good old days…
[Hook]
Smoking on the trees
Out there with my team
Ain’t nobody out there
Better than my team
Damn, niggas wanna stick for my paper
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
Ain’t nobody better than my team
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