| From my hometown
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| The bricks in this bitch
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| From my hometown yeah
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| The br, bricks in this bitch
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| All the bricks
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| You know i be’s large
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| The bricks in this bitch
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| From my hometown
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| All the way out to Elizabeth
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| Brick, bricks, the bricks in this bitch
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| Since i came out my moms reproductive organs
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| I went from rags to riches
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| Jeepers up to Jordan’s
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| Peddling herb to get the federal reserve
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| Till i’m dead in the earth
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| Family there in the church
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| I convince hustlers that i can make more figures
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| Soon as they trust me, i Bernie made off niggas
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| So i don’t turn myself in, i Adolf Hitler
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| Even we take it with us or i’m spraying off clips'
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| In my hometown there’s Crips and Bloods
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| Mad fiends OD-ing off prescription drugs
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| It’s shoot outs, you might live to die another day
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| And drive the fuck away then go hide somewhere and stay
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| There’s dudes waiting for you, to let your ho drive
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| To creep on the side of that 7−4-5 (bitch, get out the car) yeah
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| You’ll get popped up and dropped in bushes
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| They kill you for an ounce and a box of dutches
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| From my hometown
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| The br, the br, the bricks
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| The br, the bricks
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| The br, the br, the bricks
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| The br, the bricks
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| The br, the br, the bricks
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| The br, the bricks
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| It’s in the br, br, the bricks
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| The br, the brick
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| With the br, the br, bricks
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| The br, the bricks
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| The br, the br, the bricks (Yeah)
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| The br, the bricks
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| The br, the br, the bricks
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| The br, the bricks
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| The br, the br, the bricks
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| The br, the bricks
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| I send my niggas in jail some mail and they good
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| Flicks ans cash tell em the tales from the hood
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| Art the hustle, yeah these snitching dudes is corny
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| But i’m sticking to my story
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| Give a shit if you just saw me
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| Stick up make all y’all lay down and face the sky
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| Or you be on an episodes of a thousand ways to die
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| We give a steal, it’s like 3 dollars a pill
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| Most guys, for real, still tryna work a deal
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| Hustlers, i fucking love them
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| But its four hundred a ho, i don’t give fuck if you want a hundred of them
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| Me and my prototypes we hit gogo night
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| Try to fuck every ho in sight
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| Bitches only right
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| Niggas drink, think thy De La Hoya
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| But someone better be there to wake y’all boy up
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| Dudes come through hit you with the pump quick
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| Be on a plane to the Dominican Republic
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| Fucks… one five … two days |