| Fuck the industry, won’t let 'em take me under
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| Take care of my family, all I ever wanted
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| Stack up my money, all I ever wanted
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| I don’t fit in with these niggas, I won’t change for nothing
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| Fuck up a pack, I know about it
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| Shoot out with that strap, I can tell you 'bout it
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| Run up a check and I get around it
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| On that adding up that money and I’m steady countin'
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| I go by 3Three, I’m the sickest OG doin' something
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| Run the crazy sack, shit that’s all I wanted
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| Never leave my brother, shit we stand for something
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| Got to get this money, keep that on a hundred
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| Niggas is your niggas 'til they turn to bitches
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| Watching in disguise, they just want the riches
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| We gotta stand for something even in our city
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| YB finally made it, he finna touch a ticket
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| Gang gang gang shit, that’s all we know
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| All we want is money man, fuck these hoes
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| Running up that sack, shit that’s how that goes
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| Lil nigga you can go, you better play your role
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| Fuck the industry, won’t let 'em take me under
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| Take care of my family, all I ever wanted
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| Stack up my money, all I ever wanted
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| I don’t fit in with these niggas, I won’t change for nothing
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| Fuck up a pack, I know about it
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| Shoot out with that strap, I can tell you 'bout it
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| Run up a check and I get around it
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| On that adding up that money and I’m steady countin'
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| I be reppin' Baton Rouge and the forty figure
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| I been in the streets ever since that I was little
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| Ever since that I was young I wanted to be that nigga
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| I watched my daddy beat my mama, I couldn’t even help
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| But you know I had to grow up shit, and now I’m older
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| Nigga better not play like that, I put that on Dave, I’ma fold him
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| Jumped off the porch, I got in beef for gun I was totin'
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| Ain’t had nobody for to save me, my own I could hold it
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| Nigga think he gon' bring me, boy I doubt it
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| I’ma up get to shootin', ain’t no ho inside me
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| Everything that I say, yeah I’m sure about it
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| Nigga diss, I won’t speak, I’ma see about it
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| Running, ducking from bullets, I know about it
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| Niggas rapping 'bout shit and ain’t riding 'bout it
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| We up in the streets, we ain’t hiding 'bout it
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| Yeah we up in the streets, we ain’t hiding 'bout it
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| Fuck the industry, won’t let 'em take me under
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| Take care of my family, all I ever wanted
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| Stack up my money, all I ever wanted
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| I don’t fit in with these niggas, I won’t change for nothing
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| Fuck up a pack, I know about it
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| Shoot out with that strap, I can tell you 'bout it
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| Run up a check and I get around it
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| On that adding up that money and I’m steady countin' |