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Ain't no turning back now |
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A nigga too deep in nigga, |
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I done tasted the fruit nigga |
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This the story this is it, this how it went down |
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The autobiography, of the |
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Fat Rat with the cheese |
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Lil' O, based on a true story [Lil' O:] |
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I hit the block in fatigue, with these drugs sitting in my asshole |
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Straight crack cocaine, hundred dollar street value |
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And we slanging on this spot, if you don't know you bitch we down you |
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Surround you, seven in your head is how they found you |
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The dope game done changed us, derange us into demons |
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We money hungry hustling, from morning to the evening |
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Finna see things, these boys ain't seen like plenty |
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G's Trying to get things these boys ain't got, they diamonds rings |
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Switched it down, a piece and gold chain |
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And a big body |
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Benz, sitting on thangs |
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Know what |
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I'm saying, so |
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I got's to let em hang when |
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I hit these streets |
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Concentrate on holding weight, and work my way to a ki |
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Stay away from hoe ass niggaz, that's surrounding me |
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G Cause if you ain't talking balling, you can't be around me |
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And even though, |
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I'm a young nigga |
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My nuts hang, like they weigh a fucking ton nigga you understand [Hook: x2] |
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See we never falling all in, young niggaz balling |
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Got's to get my grind, and |
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I'm stalling |
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See my money calling, stay paid yiggy-yes y'alling |
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Cause being a grown nigga, is a prowling [Lil' O:] |
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Now its two years later, everything is looking fine |
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Put up the seventeen, now a nigga scoring nine |
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Keep my bidness to myself, don't need these haters all in mine |
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You tell these boys your bidness, and they'll have you doing time |
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Hit the club starched and ironed, clutching on the bank |
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At the bar like a star, buying all my niggaz dranks |
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You don't even got to think, you know |
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I got some revenue |
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Cause I'm piece and chain, |
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POLO Guess doing tennis shoes |
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Taking pictures for my dog, on lock paying dues |
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He got five, so he got the |
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Penitentiary blues |
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And that ain't cool but fool, look at these photos and laugh |
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Cause I'm posing with bad bitches, with my hands on they ass |
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Yeah this lifestyle's fast, pray to |
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God I make change |
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But I'm in it to the death, |
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I can't settle for some change |
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And it's strange we still hustle, but we know it don't last |
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But I'm in it to the death, |
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I can't live without the cash [Hook x2] [Lil' O:] |
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My confessions as a changed man, a young adolescent |
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Now we thug niggaz hustling, counting money and blessings |
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Learn lessons of the game, |
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I study crooks like books |
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Boss taught me how to pimp hoes, and cocaine cook |
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I overlooked the thoughts, of living right |
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Be consequences, yes indeed |
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I had to pay the price |
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The confiscation of my freedom, what a sacrifice |
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Not scared to die, but still |
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I lust forever lasting life |
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But I ain't crying |
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I'm grinding, can't stop young nigga striving |
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Planning hostile take overs, power moves and perfect timing |
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Now my roof's popped up, my bitch bopped up |
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My pockets overflow, like a toilet stalked up |
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Picking up niggaz hoes, drop em off knocked up |
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And if they nigga plex, |
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I leave his chest locked up |
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I'm coming up, so why these haters talking down on |
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O Man I bought you boys tampax, you niggaz is hoes [Hook x2] |
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Bleed the block, bleed the block |
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Bleed the block, nigga |
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G's and knots |
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Bleed the block, bleed the block |
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Bleed the block, nigga we the cops - 2x |
