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Every song got the same old plot How many thots How many opps got popped They don't care til the block get hot I don't care about shit but How many quaps got copped I just wanna take trips With chicks in drip Smoke Za And then feed this dick To a fat ass Bad ass bitch Who wanna get lit then let me hit (Heh heh) That too much to ask for (Heh) Matter fact Fuck that I don't ask for shit I just hop out the Benz With my swag on I don't wear shit with the tags on But its still shit I spent a bag on Got in my prime And I still ain't transform Like niggas who switch on they mans Then bitch on the gram Cuz they insecure Told you how to get rich from poor Got one source of income Go out and get some more Reinvest that and reap rewards Don't worry bout someone else Nigga worry bout yours I'm who they wanna be like I went to ya hood and nobody knew you Nigga im the real big Eastside In any hood I'll be fine (Gang gang) Where I'm from? Get money stay fly Harlem Where streets took lives The beef dont die So it's free my guys Shit wack but it built my pride No i don't fake nothin Old heads had Ms Now they work construction Got me like why? Cuz When big hooch down He up it up it Who you You boys ain't lit Get ya own style homie Don't jack this drip Go hard for the things you get Dont stare When you really can't fit these kicks 32 in the whip this trip When I touch down Flip it like Simpson did They be all talk They ain't on missions kid I just hope I don't miss this liq If so Then it's back to the strip With quickness No breaks Gotta handle my business Hoes on me But I'm keeping my distance Never made bread Keeping up with bitches I hate saying bitches But the bitches Fuck with me and insist it Love when they think I'm tricking Soon as she let me hit I'm missing (Hooty hoooo) You know what we came here to do Got hoes Got money and clothes You can still get (Boom boom boom) These boys can't walk in my shoes These niggas can't run in my socks I'm flying the crops I don't get fly for the block Got low, came back And they still ain't making a lot Got smoke And still ain't flipping the pot Get some pounds off And make some guap Hit the re-up Cuz shit don't stop Kick ya feet up enjoy ya spot Then you clean up Invest in stocks, blocks Whatever you think gon pop But me watching all this drop? I cannot Where I'm from? Get money stay fly Harlem Where streets took lives The beef dont die So it's free my guys Shit wack but it built my pride No i don't fake nothin Old heads had Ms Now they work construction Got me like why? Cuz When big hooch down He up it up it