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YeahGrew up in [?] number one ground hog
All I got is clucks and junkyards in my call logs
All these bitches dick-suckin'
All these niggas ball hoggin'
We get money
All winter, spring, summer, fall, autumn
Jumpin' out the Don
Fresher than some Palmolive
Got your wife comin' home smellin' like a popped condom
Barkin' like a dog named Rover with the bow-wow (Yeah)
Rubberband stacks couple few-hundred thou-wow
I done made a million in these streets, my run legendary (Yes)
First comes your safety then the corner comes secondary
Y'all don't need these ten crack commandments, that was said already (Nah)
Think you big, don't you? Well, you can fit in any cemetery
I done been in every situation you can muster up (Every one)
We don't make adjustments to these niggas that adjust to us (Never)
Niggas in a jam, my white friends call it cluster fuck
While sitting in that van I yell "Bet you won't uncuff these cuffs"
Y'all niggas rap generic shit, nigga, when it's up, it's stuck
Never had the Feds knocking while looking for the stuff to flush
How these niggas making out? (How)
He never gave his OG a date There's too many weirdos in this world and not enough of us
Grew up in [?] number one ground hog
All I got is clucks and junkyards in my call logs
All these bitches dick-suckin'
All these niggas ball hoggin'
We get money
All winter, spring, summer, fall, autumn
Jumpin' out the Don
Fresher than some Palmolive
Got your wife comin' home smellin' like a popped condom
Barkin' like a dog named Rover with the bow-wow (Yeah)
Rubberband stacks couple few-hundred thou-wow
They know I'm from Hell Block, n***** strictly mild sauce
Playin' with that food, I turn your kitchen to the chow hall
Spot smell like pine cone, Hi-Tech and Pine-Sol
Cowboy, no rhinestone, bounce back like round ball
Babysat bricks of limestone without no childcare
Town hall scermin' while I'm burnin' up the town square
Playin' with that sack, I get you laid out like a lawn chair
Catch a case on my behalf, we scrapin' up that bond fare
Put on for my hood, I know they love the way I carry it
All my money off the books, they call me the librarian
Caught a couple Darryl Strawberry's crossin' Ludington
Blood been locked in the library, he been studyin'
Touchin' duffies like a bag boy, we be dufflin'
Chasin' big bank, blazin' dank while we hustlin'
Sippin' good drink in the Wraith off of Sunderland
My pape' talk for me, I don't do a lot of mumblin'
Grew up in [?] number one ground hog
All I got is clucks and junkyards in my call logs
All these bitches dick-suckin'
All these niggas ball hoggin'
We get money
All winter, spring, summer, fall, autumn
Jumpin' out the Don
Fresher than some Palmolive
Got your wife comin' home smellin' like a popped condom
Barkin' like a dog named Rover with the bow-wow (Yeah)
Rubberband stacks couple few-hundred thou-wow
All winter, spring, summer, fall, autumn
Jumpin' out the Don
Fresher than some Palmolive
Got your wife comin' home smellin' like a popped condom
Barkin' like a dog named Rover with the bow-wow (Yeah)
Rubberband stacks couple few-hundred thou-wow
I done made a million in these streets, my run legendary (Yes)
First comes your safety then the corner comes secondary
Y'all don't need these ten crack commandments, that was said already (Nah)
Think you big, don't you? Well, you can fit in any cemetery
I done been in every situation you can muster up (Every one)
We don't make adjustments to these niggas that adjust to us (Never)
Niggas in a jam, my white friends call it cluster fuck
While sitting in that van I yell "Bet you won't uncuff these cuffs"
Y'all niggas rap generic shit, nigga, when it's up, it's stuck
Never had the Feds knocking while looking for the stuff to flush
How these niggas making out? (How)
He never gave his OG a date There's too many weirdos in this world and not enough of us
Grew up in [?] number one ground hog
All I got is clucks and junkyards in my call logs
All these bitches dick-suckin'
All these niggas ball hoggin'
We get money
All winter, spring, summer, fall, autumn
Jumpin' out the Don
Fresher than some Palmolive
Got your wife comin' home smellin' like a popped condom
Barkin' like a dog named Rover with the bow-wow (Yeah)
Rubberband stacks couple few-hundred thou-wow
They know I'm from Hell Block, n***** strictly mild sauce
Playin' with that food, I turn your kitchen to the chow hall
Spot smell like pine cone, Hi-Tech and Pine-Sol
Cowboy, no rhinestone, bounce back like round ball
Babysat bricks of limestone without no childcare
Town hall scermin' while I'm burnin' up the town square
Playin' with that sack, I get you laid out like a lawn chair
Catch a case on my behalf, we scrapin' up that bond fare
Put on for my hood, I know they love the way I carry it
All my money off the books, they call me the librarian
Caught a couple Darryl Strawberry's crossin' Ludington
Blood been locked in the library, he been studyin'
Touchin' duffies like a bag boy, we be dufflin'
Chasin' big bank, blazin' dank while we hustlin'
Sippin' good drink in the Wraith off of Sunderland
My pape' talk for me, I don't do a lot of mumblin'
Grew up in [?] number one ground hog
All I got is clucks and junkyards in my call logs
All these bitches dick-suckin'
All these niggas ball hoggin'
We get money
All winter, spring, summer, fall, autumn
Jumpin' out the Don
Fresher than some Palmolive
Got your wife comin' home smellin' like a popped condom
Barkin' like a dog named Rover with the bow-wow (Yeah)
Rubberband stacks couple few-hundred thou-wow
