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Shit wasn't easy You know, it took a lot of licks to get where we at now I was down bad, ain't have a dollar to my name (straight up) I was down bad, just my family and my gang (straight up) Glock .23, I was prayin' to my flame (on God) Hit a lick, hope I don't gotta kill for this chain (on God) Moreland Ave. At the checker's, .38 special (21) Last nigga tried to rob me? On a stretcher (facts) I don't never have a plug, nigga, 'cause I ask him (21) Zone 6, get my cars washed on Gresham (on God) Ran off with your buddy pack, he don't want no problems (lil' bitch) 21 Savage, you can call me King Nut Dropper (yeah) Jumpin' crew to crew, your favorite rapper a hood hopper (yeah) Trappin' with this rifle, we don't need no door stopper Gold grill, dawg (dawg), I go hard (I go hard) Your niggas soft (niggas soft), corn on the cob (corn on the cob) He a intern, ain't got no job (yeah, yeah) If this rap don't work, nigga, I'ma rob (on God) Yeah I'm shinin', but I'm dark on the inside Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside I can't lie, it broke my heart when my friends died We gon' make that choppa spark 'til your friends cry Spin the block 'til your friends cry Never question God, I'm a fearin' child I'ma ride for the gang 'til I'm not alive I'ma up and let it bang 'til I'm not alive Nigga, I just bite, I don't bark (I don't bark, bro) I just send hits, I don't arc (leave that to the hoes) You think that you the Hulk, but this ain't Marvel (this ain't Marvel, bro) I hit your main thing, that shit was horrible (shit was garbage, bro) Got a girl named Keisha (yeah), got a girl named Lisa (yeah) Girl named Britney, girl named Whitney (21) Main girl crazy, don't you leave no hickeys (21) I be in the strip club even when I'm sixty (straight up) I'ma tote a AK even when I'm fifty Let them niggas split the drum, both of them get fifty You can get shot, believe it or not, nigga, this ain't Ripley Pulled my ding-a-ling out, she thought it was a Blimpy Lil' boy, I'm a killer whale, you could never shrimp me Fronted me 300 bags, that shit there was tempting Whole pointer VVS's, got my neck rinsing Chinese bitch, don't know her name, I just call her Ling Ling Made a couple M's, spent a quarter on a ring-ring Cash Money, '99, bitch, I got that bling-bling Never was a kingpin, beat a couple drug stings She think she my one and only but she just a summer fling Yeah I'm shinin', but I'm dark on the inside Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside I can't lie, it broke my heart when my friends died We gon' make that choppa spark 'til your friends cry Spin the block 'til your friends cry Never question God, I'm a fearin' child I'ma ride for the gang 'til I'm not alive I'ma up and let it bang 'til I'm not alive
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