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  • I walked in the crib, got 2 kids,
  • and my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh).
  • So I had to did what I had to did,
  • 'cause I had to give (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough).
  • I'm up all night gettin' my money right,
  • until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo).
  • Now the money coming slow, but at least a ***** know
  • slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)
  • You love to hear the story, again and again
  • about these young brothers from the city of wind.
  • Like juice and gin in the city we blend
  • amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims.
  • Y'all know the spreewells
  • and trucks that's detailed,
  • heartless females that wanna ride in 'em
  • felt the southside in them with raw hides and denim,
  • bent minds collide with them.
  • A system that tries victims, we livin' in.
  • My man in the fast lane pivotin',
  • on the block ******* sellin' like m & m,
  • on the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em,
  • on the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin.
  • Shorties get the game with no instructions of asemblin',
  • odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him.
  • Call my man cuzin like I'm kin to him,
  • he tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him.
  • (Yo) I walked in the crib, got 2 kids,
  • and my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh).
  • So I had to did what I had to did,
  • 'cause I had to give (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough).
  • (Yo) I'm up all night gettin' my money right,
  • until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo).
  • Now the money coming slow, but at least a ***** know
  • slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)
  • It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms,
  • fullbacks and tims, blacks and rims.
  • Whether on ball courts,
  • attires are ball shorts,
  • we never fall short.
  • With us it's all force like air ones.
  • Some wave some air guns,
  • the day of the fair ones it's over fo'.
  • Cats is colder than four below, wha'sup?
  • I go toe to toe
  • wondering if it's for the art or for the dough.
  • Though I know to grow a ***** gotta learn to let go,
  • though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto.
  • Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind,
  • po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind.
  • Shine the light up!
  • Clench my fists tight and holdin' it right up.
  • Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter.
  • Situations, the jaws get tighter,
  • my man trying to get his way to higher
  • (Yo..yo..yo) I walked in the crib, got 2 kids,
  • and my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh).
  • So I had to did what I had to did,
  • 'cause I had to give (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough).
  • I'm up all night gettin' my money right,
  • until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo).
  • Now the money coming slow, but at least a ***** know
  • slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)
  • Yo.. hey yo I, I know I could make it right
  • if I can just swallow my pride,
  • but I can't run away or put my gun away.
  • You can't front on me!
  • I, no I can't let it ride..
  • no no not tonight,
  • no I can't run away or put my gun away.
  • You can't front on me!

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