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[Verse 1:] Lemme tell a story, how it all begun How I was a boy getin money on that two hund. Posted on the block with rocks in a tennis ball When I was young, they knew the boy would ball Turf nigga, runnin up on every car Rocks in my mouth cause I'm a rockstar The crack epidemic, took alot of souls Made alot of money turned out alot of hoes Gettin dough, that's what I'm known fo Stacked alot of paper, sold alot of blow My trap's movin fast ya'lls movin hella slow That's that block that sell the dope [Chorus:] I said yeah, my niggas getin dough right here Right in the trap over the stove right here I said, my niggas sellin coke right here Right in the trap over the stoe right here, I said [Verse 2:] Keep a thang on me cause niggas done changed on me Niggas bangin out throwin up them flames on me I'm from a city where niggas die erryday It's negatory not to ride around with a k Focused on my money, and takin care or business Letras de cancionesI'm tryna cop some chickens, and send a couple bitches Keep them thangs with them hollows with them chrome tips Try to touch me watch the boy get his dome split Had to murk the boy cause he had my home hit Can't trust nobody not even my own bitch Moved on up now I got my own shit 50 goons around me makin sure we don't slip I'm a real nigga, and you's a fuckboy Stuff him in the trunk, call him a trunkboy Y'all niggas really don't want no funk boy Ya'll niggas don't want it with them 'sco boys I'm a have ya momma, ya baby momma hit Ya'll them niggas that started with that drama shit So I'm a take it to a whole 'nother level bitch So I'm a have to play the devil's advocate So I'm stuck in the trap like I'm mackin it I got 5 p's & a k in the cabinet Plus I'm gettin money out of my Atlanta bitch She flyin in & out movin alot of bricks Chipped up like a vegas poker tournament Look at my piece, it looks like an ornament The more I hustle, the more I wanna ge Get rich or di just like the boy 50 said [Chorus: till song fades] From Letras Mania