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Yeah, I just shot a video in Yonkers nigga, crazy, huh?
And I grew up bumping motherfucking D-Block
Styles P, you I get high
That Jada, look

Damn, against the odds
got a plug, lost the feds, he got robbed
Damn, since I been with the mob
Ain't none but by's, homicides and shooting up niggas cars
What's the point of being a street nigga with the stars
Though the niggas that you really locked behind bars
I was hustling in the day, pulling moves in the
you ain't got a clue 'bout me, I swear to God
They say I'm real and say I'm humble
Get money out the hood where I'm comfortable
Play me and I'mma go bucks
a video in the middle of Yonkers
Real niggas, up?

Know my pops from
I used to go out there every as a kid, know what I mean?
Ride around to the O'Jays and shit

Only I Pools to do is loop the beat again
I came back strong Adrien
They wanted to smoke so I brought them leaders in
See you at the crossroads that's if we ever again
never lets out, a lot of shit you never know
Sitting on the mother-load these telling though
back I can't be around y'all haters
Praying for my downfall', prayers
Then you wonder why I be ball players
these niggas doing the Feds small favors
Yeah, I survived in the
I reside the strength is, salute North Memphis

hollering D-Block on these blocks
10 pounds of mid in my weed spot
I had a brick in a half in the
Got on a belt watching for speed clocks
You see a road block you you gotta detour
35 in the for a kilo
I'm getting on the east shout to B-more
Get these haters out my so I can see more
Clearly, it's clearly not the one they say they is
It's clearly they not 'bout that life they say they live
I ain't a trap rapping nigga I speak life
I just a case I was facing 10 to life
I'm a multimillionaire if I die
Five off this rap shit one off the
Me and did some epic shit
And to you fuck niggas some disrespectful shit

Wassup,
Wassup, wassup,

Yo, they hollering CMG, when see them G's
'Cause they see them and they see them keys
And they see ice and they see these V's
But the shooters on S-I-T-E
I use to dream on having one key of white
Now I have a trailer you can see them tonight
If he try some funny I got two Glocks
My 'bout to come home I got a shoe box for him
Youngin' told me he thuggin' I some 2Pac for him
I gave him some work and got a new block for him
Then they hate when you get it so say that you
Fuck niggas, die slow, i don't owe nobody
Few that I love that's my weapons and plug
On a graveyard tears sweating to blood, what?
Me and Gotti and hood shit
Amigos just hit me he got some good shit
Ha ha

Wassup,
Too real