| Hit the block and sell drugs
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| That’s exactly how it was
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| Take the Sprite and take the codeine and I pour me up a cup
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| Get the molly, drink of mud and smoke some bud, that’s how it was
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| Last night we made a movie I’mma tell you how it was
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| How it was, nigga how it was
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| How it was, bitch how it was
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| How it was, nigga how it was
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| How it was, I’mma tell you how it was
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| Whippin', whippin', whippin'
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| Whippin', whippin', whippin', whippin' it
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| Flippin', flippin', flippin'
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| Flippin', flippin', flippin', flippin' it
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| I was self motivated, I was self driven
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| I got my determination now I’m really winnin'
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| We could pull up Maseratis, I done whipped the Benzes
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| I was handin' thousands out when I go shop at Lenox
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| When it come to stackin' cash up it ain’t no limit
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| I got racks on top of racks and I ain’t talking tennis
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| It’s some girls that’s gone wild I like to see them kissing
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| It’s some niggas playing foul and they sneak dissing
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| I won’t let her hold me back to complete my mission
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| It ain’t easy when you try to make it out the trenches
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| I’m the dope man, dope man yes I am
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| Turned your baby momma house into a drug lab
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| I was using all the forks, using all the pans
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| She done seen a lot of money touch a nigga hands
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| Saw me microwaving dope, like some leftovers
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| Drugged in with the green grow a lawn mower
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| I’m a Michael Fox, you’re just an Air Royal
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| I’m a space cadet, an astronaut, a rockstar
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| I was trapped in the trap dodging cop cars
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| I’m on Pluto, I’m on Jupiter, and Mars
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| You ain’t foreign, it’s okay I like all broads
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| I’mma hustle everyday so I don’t never starve
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| Serve it to you cleaner than the house keeper
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| Cruisin' by the scene with a street sweeper
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| Pour a half a pint of codeine in a two liter
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| Scorchin' hot flame, all that Future drive is heaters
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| I put passion in my lyrics and I’m working in 'em
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| Got a dogfood connect DMX nigga
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| Got a styrofoam cup, and I pour it up
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| Think I’m Usain Bolt, ran my bands up
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| Ain’t no pressure on my money cause I’m certified… |