Play Pen to the State Pen

Lyrics

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dolla Boy] Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like me Never should've been let out the elementary Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say That I'm the hardest nigga from around my way Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like we Never should've been let out the penitentiary Tity Boi, and I'd like to say That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way [Verse One: 2 Chainz] Ay, yo, since I was a youth, I pumped weed out And I been had cash money before we bought With expectations and Fed time facing When I was hanging with this kid named Jason With an accent from Jamaica My only concern was digits and consumers 'Cause we had this little city down in Alabama booming So we just do it, get it like Nike And even with this wife beater on I still got something up my sleeve It sound so odd, talking 'bout these guns 'Cause I got a three five seven Nine and a Mac Eleven, get drip, tip toeing 'Bout a minute doing six with the clip showing Nigga, where your clique going They're spreading out like buck shots And ain't nobody dying still alive around here but Pac Now we know this story go, so don't worry Excuse me your honor, but could you holler at my nigga for me [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dolla Boy] Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like me Never should've been let out the elementary Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say That I'm the hardest nigga from around my way Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like we Never should've been let out the penitentiary Tity Boi, and I'd like to say That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way [Verse Two: Dolla Boy] Well, I'm Dolla Boy, I got game galore You may have a lot of game but, I've got much more In that all blue coupé, parked and run and shoot Or late nights throwing rice, shooting dice with troops And that diamond's in the back, sun roof top I'm hanging out that bitch 'bout to shut down the block AK music, bomb ass track, we put the detonator to it Nigga, get wrong, put the mask on and shoot him Street corps, nigga, tell his fam' that we sued him Used to work track one five on the ruler But, now I'm dropping off like I'm down wit the Cubans Straight eight grad in them hard knocks schooling Intern work, year round, brick moving Get to this money, shit real in this music So get it how you want it, lame nigga, don't confuse me [Chorus: 2 Chainz& Dolla Boy] Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like me Never should've been let out the elementary Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say That I'm the hardest nigga from around my way Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like we Never should've been let out the penitentiary Tity Boi, and I'd like to say That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way [Verse Three: Dolla Boy] Nigga want to know how Dolla does it The bag weigh a gram, I need all of my cousins Lame nigga flexing 'bout the work, when it wasn't Didn't think a nigga called the cop with a oven Got enough heat to cook the hams and the stuffing Take twenty-twos, knock the berries out your muffin Mama said her son was six short from a dozen Messing with my pills, man, get to this money [Verse Four: 2 Chainz] A hundred miles and running and ain't no stopping us My community service is picking paper up If the drought end, it's Glocks and mad men TECs are blasting, mixed with mag's and Mac Ten's I played in play pens and stayed in the state pens Don't think I ain't bigger because my weight thinner On twenty-twos is how I carry myself I'm like, oh, I might marry myself [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dolla Boy] Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like me Never should've been let out the elementary Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say That I'm the hardest nigga from around my way Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like we Never should've been let out the penitentiary Tity Boi, and I'd like to say That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way