RICH & FAMOUS

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I'm on the block since I was a youngin' steppin' on shit, niggas, nah, we can't
Remember them days when I'm goin' for nine walk to the store, we was sittin' out, I ain't
Makin' don't no deny, don't get stumped out
She wanna f*ck because who I am I do not like it, just hit her for fun
We go in your pockets, we takin' your fun matter of fact, lil' nigga, run your gun
Remember them cold nights when it was raining
Mama said, f*ck it, got kicked out the spot
Now that I'm tip-toeing up, niggas, a lot of you niggas wanna be with me
I was outside with my ski and my Glock, I'm tryna rob me a nigga
Get a pump from the A-Rap, this shit fresh, and this is my life, Cali weed
I'm tryna hop in a cat, I'm tryna hop in a scat pack
I do not f*ck with the rest, where I'm from, we do my Cadillac
I wanna be rich and I wanna be famous
I'm fuckin' this bitch and I don't know her name
She fuckin' with me, then be countin' the bands
Baby girl, just don't tell your friends
A couple of these niggas, they might wanna kill me
If they run up on me, then it's goin' down
I'm bout to kill me a nigga right now
I'm in the back and I smoke on the wood
Lonely killers in my mind
They ain't here to see me ballin
Niggas was stubborn, niggas had left
Before you was died, shit wasn't the same
Just rocked my tit with diamonds
Now they fallin' to the floor
I keep a stick on me just like I'm Rose
Niggas know I cannot go
If I die, then they gon' miss
Don't turn my body to ashes
Know I'm stayin' on my grind
Say that you love me, remember them times
When it was first, I got a daughter
I gotta do better to stay out this shit
Now I ain't go, can't wait till I catch
Thunder and Dre, but both them niggas get hit
With a halo, up in the city
No place that I can't go, servin' the gas
Ain't got no skin, flippin' a hand
I got the Xan, know some niggas who be doin
That scam and shit
They count bands and shit
I was just nine, I jumped off the porch
Goin' to nine, we was outside all day
We kickin' the doors, we slidin' to a pole
We up in the bricks, let me crack in the fold
I be with hitters, you know they can't fold up
I'm chillin' with BZ, he servin' the palms
Broke out the gas, he go out of town
He say it's a hit, then I say 50 rounds
When I'm around, this night don't go down
When I'm around, they know how I ride
I'm on this the way
Ain't gon' fake, I've been up all day
I'm runnin' up my dime
When I die, just take my soul away
Lonely, kill the ceremony
Yeah
Yeah, that shit was hard though

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