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All facts, No Fiction. All Dedication, All Hustle.

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A 80’s baby born in 83 (3) grew up raised on the G (street)

Actually I was born in the south but we move to the nawf when a **** was like 3

8 yrs later when my hustle came, saw my best friend snawting cocaine

Man that shit fucked up my mind frame

But it was my introduction to the Da Dope Game

( I remember so vividly, we was young ****. My homie broke that line out and started snawting that shit right in front of me

I said “damn” that’s what you doing with your money?

The next day I went and bought me a pack

And after school stood on da track (track)

With a 50 pack of crack

Bomb weighed 1.7 I made a $110 off dat

Garland street sholl raised a ****, hood infested with cones and dealers

In my eyes ain’t no one reala (than me)

**** - I was in that hood going ham

(Hold up, rephrase that shit)

**** pops turnt me into the beast that I am

I been swangin dem trees, gambling dice all on my knees

Someone pass me the crown Royal please.

Say da trap never closed on my end,

Got money on the low and the high end

All cash up front no backends, All cash up front no backends,

All cash up front no backends,

If you coming like that no pack in

Say da trap never closed on my end,

Got money on the low and the high end

All cash up front no backends,

All cash up front no backends,

If you coming like that no pack in,

If you coming like that no pack in

I was in the trap goin ham, I was just working my hands

Told the publishing company just keep sending royalties I don’t even need no advance

Gotta stack that money every season,

Me and money get a long for a reason

I remember I was down bad fucked up didn’t have a dime I was out here scheming

(I remember when, I saw them candles at my Grandma's house right,

I melted the candles down,

I re-rocked the work, I mixed it with the wax from the candles,

The cone use to rub that shit across they gums)

And they whole mouth went numb, look like I got a new bomb

Cooked right I can take them crumbs

Drop’em back in the pot and rework for funds

Say the trap never closed on my end, got money on the low and the high end

All cash up front no back ends.

If you coming like that no pack in

Ain’t never front no ****, cause ain’t never wanna be fronted

Yeen finna play with me bout my money

Ain’t finna crash over these lil dummies

I got kids to feed

Swear foe God I’m go feeds my seeds

Rather it’s music or O’s and B’s

I’m providing them with wants and needs

Pass me the Crown Royal Please

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