Kickin rocks on the block, tellin all the og's
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I be comin for ya spot, when ya not lookin
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Hot cookin mama got it on the kitchen table
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I thank god we were always able to
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Get the leather couch, big screen, cable too
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Nintendo when the good grades came through
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Then the cooked k's came through
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Some soft some stepped on, but we kept on
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And i slept with the work plenty nights
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Thought i heard niggas comin thought i saw the cop lights but
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I was dreamin, then i woke the junkies was still fiendin
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And i had coke so, i had hope ya may say that its wrong
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But i ain't talkin to ya child im talkin to this song
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Im just, doin a buck down memory lane
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If i crash just pick up my brain
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And yes, my niggas the same But they quicker to bang
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And if they do then im the nigga to blame
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So i shoot first anyway
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And i would do the honors any day
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And tell ya honor he a bitch to his face
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And whip through the stage like i whip through the yay
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Show ya ass on how to take 4 and get 8
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And it dont take four niggas to get straight
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The only hot boy eatin' off this plate: Young
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Weezy baby, thats what ya bitch say
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Give her ass a location and a template,
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Show her how to work tha interstate
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Stop workin with that thinner weight
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Getcha brakes fixed
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Stop playin, cause all we know is gunplay
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Trip while ya fall and my clip gone be empty
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When the stomachs get empty anything's tempting
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Ain't nobody safe when its for the kid's sake
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The hurricane wiped us out like a earthquake
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We trying to save face, but we ain't gotta place
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To stay, so they made us evacuate
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We on our way pussies, relocate
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Yall know us when you see us putcha jewels up
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Putcha cars putcha clothes putcha shoes up
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Its that serious yes homie pick the news up
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It wasn't good nigga, think about the hood nigga
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The people who ain't, never had shit ain't gon never have shit
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Bullshit, cause they still gon try to manage
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Niggas doing anything like i dont understand em
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But please understand this
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Niggas with money lost mansions
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Niggas with nothin lost families
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Lives lost in traffic
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Water up to the attic
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There goes the stashes
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But a nigga got passion
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Even though the bounce back seeming like magic
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Shit, well call me sigfried
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Watch how i turn one key to a hundred G's
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Yeah, dear summer, summer breeze:
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Summer please know i live for ya
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Throw on the wife beater let back the lid for ya
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A few years I'll probably hear from ya
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But now im here for ya
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I know niggas thatd shed a tear for ya
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Behind bars tryin to get to ya,and probably never see ya
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This that real talk if ya ever heard it homie
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Shit hurts so much i might have to hurt ya homie
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No commercial no frontin no curve on it
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No cut tell life, "so what?"
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The droughts here not only white's slowed up
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The weed's slowed up, we can't even roll up
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Fuck it, put a dent in the money too
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But thats the last thing cause hustle is what we do
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Hustle with what? how we gettin on?
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Where hes sittin at? what hes sittin on
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Stand up if you know its true
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The end of the world comin and my city the proof, damn
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Chyea, and this if after disaster
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This ain't rap this is recap
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Steppin off the G-4 still strapped
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Bust ya head in the air thats a skycap
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Have my car pick me up where i arrive at
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Drop the work off cause it dont go where i reside at
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Garbage bags filled up with dollars
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Dead presidents gotta dump the bodies
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Birdman as long as we gon eat, then everybody gon eat off me
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Feet off ground, fingers to the stars, reachin
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And ima get there through these bars, believe me
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Im down for the cause, even, when everything pause i can see it
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Ima leader, me, the son of Jacita
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Fuck the world not the people
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Suffix
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Lil' Wayne |