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Darrell Hubbard
Darrell Hubbard
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We livin' life for souvenirs moving through the years Know how to hustle I was taught before the other kids Fuck what he said I really watched what he did My family in the feds gone for some stupid shit Three way calls 10 minutes on some groupie shit Don't listen to the conversation I just mute the shit Nowadays its drophead with the tooly kit One of the hardest young niggas really doing it Know some niggas wit no dog in em' watched em' quit Only when he got some drugs he wan' take a risk Took the interstate by storm I'm goin' til' I'm rich 4 in the morning we counting up bacon bits Mama raised me right our circumstances changed the kid We made it home repented for the shit we did Feed into the hype or call shots like Jason Kidd For my lil sisters I'm stretching wood like Stacy did I'm buckin' the system the streets say they hate the kid I'm lovin' the village but niggas rather hate instead Shoutout KD they grazed my nigga in the head Now he just be sippin' drank and he takin' meds It's not the opps so we left the city blue instead Niggas scared to take a leap Im on the pedal for it Bronem' get it done and get a gold medal for it Shit they never done gotta make em' feel special for it Now we on da hunt I want that fucking bezel boy Every day is lunch cross your heart and be thankful for it Gotta speak the facts ion' know how to change the subject No cappin' in my rap I really wear this hat in public Yesterday ain't coming back shit took my niggas from me Body feeling dead I walk around like a mummy Mama leg broke my pops sellin' hope My dawg grind different cause his mama onnat' dope A lot of niggas singing opera niggas washed up like soap They was close that last time no cigar I want the smoke Put the mail to the sky then we watched it float They knew they was gon' jack me I'm glad I keep my pole Dark days really chose us coming from the concrete Young nigga like me I hold a rose up Tried to swipe me with no card he put a pole up Closer to this heat now I'm riding with a toaster Don't forget the bread I keep that closer Find all dem' dead prezis' hold em by my shoulder Knocking at your door for the witness no Jehovah Like the President ima give em' some to vote for I'm hearing they gon' rob me they gotta get close enough Last nigga tried it with his move it was a no good I'm really from that shit and put on for the whole hood The feeling that I get I wish another nigga would I wish another nigga would
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