| I’m a product of my environment
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| OG’s going into early retirements
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| This is the art of war, black diamonds in the Audemars
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| Shit I talk might start a war
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| Dro Starr the golden child De La Hoya
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| Some might stick for the bread Stella D’oro
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| Public announcements for public houses
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| Playing with their freedom, touching thousands
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| Rich folks send their kids off to Yale
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| Poor folks send their kids off to jail
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| So fuck taking lemons and making lemonade
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| We can take a half an ounce, turn it to a 28th
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| My bitch can’t dress and never less than Ralph Lauren
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| A nigga can’t drive a whip unless the whip’s foreign
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| We in the club, throwing tax free hundreds
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| 20 niggas jumping out of three black Hummers
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| Stop putting fake grilles on a whack three hundreds (Chrysler 300)
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| Niggas ain’t trying to see Max B numbers
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| Hold your head, son, this murder Redrum
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| One for the struggle, two for the pain
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| Three for the kids out mugging for change
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| Cause the bills don’t stop, the bills don’t stop
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| It’s the belly of the beast and we hungry
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| It’s Sticky Fingaz, you know I’m bout to black out
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| I never go to sleep, nigga, I pass out
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| And I don’t wake up, I come to
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| I’m scared to death cause everything I think come true
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| I got a lot of things, but no sympathy
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| I keep the ratchet pockets never on empty
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| I’m in that Bentley, please don’t tempt me
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| High powered lawyers, I beat an attempt B
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| Look at my face, do it look like I’m joking?
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| It beat them nosey niguhz, get they nose broken
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| Sometimes the hardest niguh be the most soft-spoken
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| Pop off guns, get thrown in the ocean
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| I’m not a gambler, a hustle nigga cashed out
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| Before I’m broke, I pull that guns and that mask out
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| As a kid, I was raised in the traphouse
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| Like a rat throwing rocks throw a glass house |