[talking:]
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Ain't no turning back now
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A nigga too deep in nigga, I done tasted the fruit nigga
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This the story this is it, this how it went down
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The autobiography, of the Fat Rat with the cheese
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Lil' O, based on a true story
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[Lil' O:]
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I hit the block in fatigue, with these drugs sitting in my asshole
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Straight crack cocaine, hundred dollar street value
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And we slanging on this spot, if you don't know you bitch we down you
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Surround you, seven in your head is how they found you
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The dope game done changed us, derange us into demons
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We money hungry hustling, from morning to the evening
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Finna see things, these boys ain't seen like plenty G's
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Trying to get things these boys ain't got, they diamonds rings
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Switched it down, a piece and gold chain
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And a big body Benz, sitting on thangs
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Know what I'm saying, so I got's to let em hang when I hit these streets
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Concentrate on holding weight, and work my way to a ki
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Stay away from hoe ass niggaz, that's surrounding me G
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Cause if you ain't talking balling, you can't be around me
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And even though, I'm a young nigga
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My nuts hang, like they weigh a fucking ton nigga you understand
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[Hook: x2]
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See we never falling all in, young niggaz balling
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Got's to get my grind, and I'm stalling
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See my money calling, stay paid yiggy-yes y'alling
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Cause being a grown nigga, is a prowling
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[Lil' O:]
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Now its two years later, everything is looking fine
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Put up the seventeen, now a nigga scoring nine
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Keep my bidness to myself, don't need these haters all in mine
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You tell these boys your bidness, and they'll have you doing time
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Hit the club starched and ironed, clutching on the bank
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At the bar like a star, buying all my niggaz dranks
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You don't even got to think, you know I got some revenue
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Cause I'm piece and chain, POLO Guess doing tennis shoes
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Taking pictures for my dog, on lock paying dues
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He got five, so he got the Penitentiary blues
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And that ain't cool but fool, look at these photos and laugh
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Cause I'm posing with bad bitches, with my hands on they ass
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Yeah this lifestyle's fast, pray to God I make change
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But I'm in it to the death, I can't settle for some change
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And it's strange we still hustle, but we know it don't last
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But I'm in it to the death, I can't live without the cash
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' O:]
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My confessions as a changed man, a young adolescent
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Now we thug niggaz hustling, counting money and blessings
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Learn lessons of the game, I study crooks like books
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Boss taught me how to pimp hoes, and cocaine cook
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I overlooked the thoughts, of living right
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Be consequences, yes indeed I had to pay the price
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The confiscation of my freedom, what a sacrifice
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Not scared to die, but still I lust forever lasting life
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But I ain't crying I'm grinding, can't stop young nigga striving
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Planning hostile take overs, power moves and perfect timing
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Now my roof's popped up, my bitch bopped up
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My pockets overflow, like a toilet stalked up
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Picking up niggaz hoes, drop em off knocked up
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And if they nigga plex, I leave his chest locked up
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I'm coming up, so why these haters talking down on O
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Man I bought you boys tampax, you niggaz is hoes
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[Hook x2]
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Bleed the block, bleed the block
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Bleed the block, nigga G's and knots
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Bleed the block, bleed the block
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Bleed the block, nigga we the cops - 2x
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Blood Money
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Lil' O |