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[Verse 1: Littles] I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game We did in the rain, on the hood of a Range But Vevorine, had a special friend called Heroin She told me, that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye But back then, I ain't gon' front, I was peddlin' 'caine In the, form of crack, she said that was a no-no Cause it's a poor man's drug, and I will never give love To how fast heroine, that's low as cocaine was Martin had a dream, nigga, I did too To make it out the hood, rich, bitch, off that stoop So, I took a tip, after all and hit the strip With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids Momma said, "Never get high on your own supply" Especially if you plan to leave this hood bitch rich Reminiscin' on my past, damn it brings me to tears See the more money that comes in, the more I disappear Fresh to death, the latest kicks, rockin' the latest gear New Year's after the ball, twenty one song in they ear Watch me strip naked, make me back it up, D'Angelo knows the feelin' Off that needles warm embrace, in a sexual healin' This tracks moves like the 70's, got me feelin' great Watchin' my pen noddin' off, spillin' words out on the... [Bridge: Littles] I'm scared to love you, 'cause you remind me of my past Baby, you gotta trust me, 'cause I got a girl, and you got a man I don't want you to judge me, I just wanna be your friend Baby, you gotta trust me [Verse 2: Khalid] Ayo I live by the rules, trust nothin' in skirts Cause with that big butt and a smile, she be waitin' to flirt With a next man, a next hand, up under the skirt Another dick in the jaw, more dick in the draws While you home sleepin', she creepin', you thinkin' it's yours That's just how women is, I reminisce On when I had to learn from experience, why they call you a bitch And I ain't the best, but I ain't never denied Tell me what nigga, flow sicker, spit shit better than mine The plot dope on these tracks, you get federal time You get your wig pushed back, that clap metal with mine I'm on the grind, I don't settle for mines, nigga With this track, a broad, with a pack, before I peddle a dime Line for line, whose the best artist, the rest y'all garbage But it's awkward, it's ass-backwards, they still spinnin' your garbage It's me, blunt; the artist, y'all niggas is garbage [Verse 3: Planet Asia] Sweat jackets velour, rap money lookin' like crack money Relax, money, niggas, it's raw, sweet aromatic Backwood, fanatic nigga, this is Cali Vigilante's tattered, in wife beaters and khakis I'm takin' over, 'cause y'all, cookin' too much bakin' soda B12, rock sellin' niggas vacation's over Medallion's guaca', only rock a three piece suit We're never holdin' case the cops try to stop us My henchmen behind me, in black Benzes with big toppers Get up on my life, nigga, the kid's proper Wrist glint, the big shit, cult-followin' fans be vixen This is grown man business, pay attention Or lay your position, fuck around and have a fatal collision The moment where you should of made your decision I made it, I'm livin', I'm paid and I'm winnin' From the aid of my wisdom, I created a system