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That Was Me
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Turn that shit up some, Shey, turn that shit up
It's all about trust, nigga
It's all about trust, yo
Through the light, camera, glamour, glitter and gold
Stay away from these phony hoes and fake niggas that told
God told me that the Devil tryna get at my soul
But I told him the price is gold, throw him out to the hole
Y'all don't want me to come through your set, I'm a new champ
I step on coke when it's wet, my shoes damp
I run my spot like a boot camp
No television in it, a cot and a few lamps
Fiends comin' to cop with they food stamps
Told her feed the kids and gave her a few grams
Everyday I lose mans, got new plans
Used to ride in the van, now I'm in the blue Lamb'
Cocaine gave me a hand, made me the man
Turned a grain of sand to a acre of land
You the type that got paper and ran
Only moved out the hood to get away from your mans, now that's bitch
I stack chips, unwrap bricks, copped the drop in June
A lotta G's, Green Bay locker room
Rumors in the streets that I took a loss
But a hundred and fifty stacks ain't nothin' to a boss
In and out the streets, got a lotta beef (What you doin'?)
Tryin' not to sleep, ridin' 'round with heat (What you wearin'?)
Thousand dollar jeans, thousand dollar sneaks (What you ridin'?)
I'm ridin' clean, hundred thousand dollar feet (Let's go)
I'm stuntin' on 'em (Huh?), cut it out (How?)
Makin' money every time I give my number out
And I stash my work at your baby mother house (Huh?)
Last week she helped me count a couple hundred thou'
I'm grindin', yeah, yeah, I'm grindin'
Broke ass niggas ain't never seen a couple hundred thou'
I'm grindin', yeah, yeah, I'm grindin'
You faggot ass niggas, haha, yo, uh
It's time to separate the squealers and the killers
An early age I became familiar with the dealers
And they showed me, I made mistakes and they told me
At the end of the day, shit, they owed me
I love hoes that suck but ain't nosy
She don't ask questions, she just wan' blow me
One thing that I hate is a fake homie
I hate a nigga that owe money and pay slowly
Like I got time to waste
He was broke, I was on, that was my mistake
Clip hang like the hair on Osama's face
Like I won't go and find his mama's place
Or where baby mama stay, or daddy live
His son was probably mine, so he had to live
Spent time on my grind with big bags to give
How you never do time and we had to bid?
If I got caught with it then I went to court with it
Fought with it, was taught to never talk in it
And when it come to the pot, I'm all around it
I put a fork in it and pull a Porsche out it
Niggas is snitchin', I know all about it
I don't wanna go to the county, them floors crowded
Nice whip, just keep your ho from 'round it
Or she gon' get lost when I pull up in this Porsche
I said raw (Raw), I go and spray cheddar (Cheddar)
Sometimes I save (Save) or I throw away cheddar (Cheddar)
Beam on the Glock (Glock), I know it spray better (Better)
Dot over your i like the lowercase letter
And I can't even spell that good
Glock clicker (Shit), I could probably sell that hood
To a lil' nigga that's tryna go collect funds
Re-up every day and spend his profit on guns, that was me
Huh? Hahahahahahaha
I told them niggas that was me, huh? (Ayy, what's happenin'?)
Hahahahahahaha
Now, I'm ready for war, my guns cocked (Uh)
Make me come through, your block (Pussy ass)
Ah, why the beat stop? (Go to the next one)
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