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2012 I started getting money, I was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face aint gon touch. That was an important period in my life cause it made me what I am now. I'm just having fun, getting fresh every day, how i looked up, I spent that shit. Look I won a race, 100 miles and running They was stopping, I ain't jog or nothing I ain't lag or nothing I was 20 laps ahead of y'all, I ain't brag or nothing Gang rooting, under pressure, I ain't let them down or nothing Everybody got they cameras out, hand me a towel or something All my hard work, all them days in Y'all know where I started All them late nights going retarded Running with the wildest youngings Smelling like 1000 onions Damn that shit don't count for nothing When I told 'em I was coming They just thought that was I bluffing Now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch 'em Pretty ladies, yeah I love 'em Come backstage, they let me fuck 'em Free Of Charge don't owe her nothing I was rushing, I was getting ready Made her hold my luggage. Met her once, she let me fuck her twice She know I might fuck up her life Too lit to have a fucking wife She fine enough to wife tonight, so fuck it She can board the flight Lil Ruth Chris might get her something to go, I guess I'm sort of nice Never been on dates, I risked my life She see me blowing this pipe Baby I'm not regular, no I'm not your average dude. I grew up a hard knock, that's not up my avenue Gotta move something like the president Can't leave no trace or evidence Of location, if I'm there too long I gotta move Fuck it, you just stay right here cause I don't like your attitude Big G Herbo, don't leave the G out when you say Herbo Never leave the G out G lock on me every day I leave out Only way I be out, niggas know what we bout Condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house Gold on everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skeet out And I got more coming, got another tape dropping Got another tour coming, yeah I made more money Finna do more stunting, 120 lanes with me still ain't push the score button Back to the program, niggas hating but they whores love me Still getting tour money 15 for a 16 so yeah, I made an 8 like four summers Put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain't running like the Porsche running Remember yelling 47 with the torch running Hittin cuts on the ops block Lakeside pistol run up on the porch gunning All my niggas all about money In the middle of the war hustling Hustle homies and you know it touch us Shut the whole block down, no more hustling Start all the wars up load the steel up Everybody on the team tryna score something Flat on the ra-ra, then ha-ha, roll up out in traffic, dropped four or something Yeah, them killers like Jon-Jon But we ain't going out sweet, no cop dying That means ain't no cops killing us Ain't no ops killing us Some say I might sound cocky Some say I might sound scary But I know that I'm gon' get home where I'm from that slim chance very Where I'm from shit get scary, niggas get buried Riding up on your block, bloody mary Don't you double dare me I'm from the Eastside of Chicago I'm Bucci where I go Niggas know me where I go I'm a OG where I go You can't help what you born with But it's on you if you die broke If I die before I wake Have a party when I go 20 Rollies in a row for i went to far go mama ok yeah i know