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[Intro] Uh, you hear me knockin', right? Let me in then, nigga Let me talk my shit for a minute Right, right, right It's like the first 48 or somethin', heh [Verse] Uh, uh, I seen shit in my life you niggas dream, now I live a dream The G wagon, this money green On to bigger things I'm takin' one for the team, gotta beat the scene Shit ain't always what it seem Can't stop now (Uhuh) West and Con had it locked down Butcher came through, now I'm bout to lock a spot down Feel like Kobe in his rookie year (I'm Kobe) I'm Jordan without the rings Young Ginobli with the curly hair (The curly hair) Iron Mike in the first round Like Ali on the ropеs, Emmitt Smith for the first down Remembеr when I bought my first pound (I did that) Hanging out the whip, black .38 and blew my first rounds At 16 I was a street nigga (For real) I used to package nickel bags then go and post in the street with 'em These niggas wasn't in the streets with us, ain't ever eat with us See that we on, they try and beef with us (Nigga) Face the facts, what kind of hate is that? (What's that?) Just know you send them little shots my way, we come and spraying back This slug probably break his back Let's take it back, tie a fuck nigga up and hit him with the axe Couldn't hold me like the old Shaq Pump crack, loadin' 32 shots up in the old MAC Not a gangsta, he a old rat Heard niggas speakin' up on a body and went and told that All the snitchin' got the game twisted And they lettin' niggas live They don't play it right, the game's different (This shit fucked up) Everybody wanna be the man I seen a OG make it to a thousand from a half-gram Started stackin', now we boss status Do it right, make a couple hundred grand off a small package Livin' lavish but we started average AMG headrest in the V ridin' the S classes Fresh pair Cartier glasses It get a little tragic, missin' my mans, talkin' to his ashes (I miss my dog) He been gone for some years now Told him we here now Keep rollin' blunts to slow the tears down Still wishin' I could see his face He in a better place Gotta retaliate, just play it safe Got a mask with the Joker face I know a nigga caught two, three bodies, with a broken .8 More aware as I was raised in it I was cool with all the robbers and thieves, know all the grave diggers Where I'm from this how they made niggas And you had to be a killer, a cop, or you a paid nigga Pick a route and try to make it out 'Cause them niggas ain't your friends, for a price they'll take you out I ran the streets like a slave, nigga Free my dogs behind the wall and rest in peace to ones that ain't with us [Outro] Ain't with us, for real, yeah, hey, yeah, hehe