[Bridge: Ace Hood]
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Before the rollie, before the fame
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Before the money, before the game
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Before them bitches
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Before they ever knew my name
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[Hook: Ace Hood]
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Before the rollie, before the rollie
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Them times were hard, I’m chasin’ money
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Before the rollie, before the rollie
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The same circle, the same homies
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[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
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My same niggas, no new friends
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Since day one, nigga no loose ends
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Just a young nigga, outchea every day
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I’mma get it by any means, that was just my mind frame
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Before the Gucci and Louie, before the Rollie dog I wont do it
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They nigga fuck with me when I was broke
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You aint gonna stunt with me when I do it
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Talk is cheap gotta put in that work
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Remember them days I was ridin’ ’round in that murk
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No A/C cause the shit don’t work, plus no radio to make shit worse
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I’da come a long way and they know it
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Fuck where you at its about where you goin’
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Cant sit around and wait for no money, aint no naw nigga cant do it
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Boy I did this shit for my niggas, since day one I been a go getter
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Now my money right and these hoes on me, ho well go figure (Hoodnation)
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[Bridge]
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
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Aint never had shit for my dream
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Aint never sell no work to them fiends
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Aint never snitchin’ and tell on my dogs
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Wakin’ up every day for that cream
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Nigga I was down and out in that field
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So stressed out because of them deals
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Aint no kinda hope in my city
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Most my homies dead or in jail
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Every night I toss and I turn
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Feelin’ like the Devil all on my back
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Still I’m praying times get better
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Had a few thoughts sell in that pack
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Boy my mom gon’ cuss me out
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Runnin’ her blood pressure so high
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When that money comin’ in slow
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It’ll be a couple homies that rot
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I’m that same nigga from out of Deerfield
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Aint shit changed except a rap deal
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gotta live nigga actin’ funny
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Now I know how niggas in the trap feel
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Ya’ll rather me broke than be fucked up
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And my same hood and those same chucks
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I look back today throw prayers up
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Now I never forget where I came
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[Bridge]
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
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Before the rollie man it was cuffs
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Hard times man shit was tough
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I was told don’t trust niggas
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Be the main ones to come and hit you up
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Still ridin’ round like I aint rich as fuck
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Young niggas we clippin’ up
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Before the rollie hoes run it on me
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Now I pull up on em like bitch whats up?
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Young niggas ballin’, fuck niggas hatin’
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Before I had a rollie, I aint have no patience
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A nigga ran up on me, bitch ass situations
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We cap’n gown you pussy niggas aint talkin’ graduation
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See there was something out there really wanna judge my wrist
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Something out there really when I fucked your bitch
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Cause it caught her eye, and she sucked my dick
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She told you lies, and you trust that bitch like hold up
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Ya’ll niggas hatin’ on me, when all these bad bitches waitin’ on me
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And all that shit you pray on me
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I still kill niggas like shame on me
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[Bridge]
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[Hook]
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Before The Rollie
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| Ace Hood |
