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A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga gotSo if its about that cream, then I'm all up in the spotI was raised in the F-AWhy a nigga never gave me nothing?Pops left me, I ain't never cry, baby, fuck him, that's lifeAnd trust me I'm livingLook what a nigga made outThe shit that I was givenLook what a nigga came outMomma sewing patches on my holesMan, our hoes couldn't put this flame outStraight up, I got my back against the brick wallI'm from a world where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistolsYou pass through, you better pray them bullets missed y'allI thank the Lord He let a nigga make it this farA lot niggas don't, a lot of moms weepI gotta carry on, all the weight is on meYou never know when a nigga might try to harm meRest In Peace that nigga John LeeI pour liquor, homieIt's foul, but yo the world keeps spinningGotta keep winning, get up off this cheap linenNigga Imma eat, even if it means sinningNiggas want beef, Imma sink my teeth in ‘emPause, I go harder, I'm all about a dollarYou niggas street smart? I'm a motherfucking scholarSo trust me, I ain't stopping ‘til my money is longSo much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking money cologneHave a model at the crib waiting, “Honey, I'm home. ”Cooking greens for a nigga, give ‘em plenty, a domeIt's funny, we dream about money so much its like we almost got itUntil we reach up in our pockets, its time to face realityThe ville is a trap nigga nowAnd if you ain't focused you gonna be here for awhileMy nigga Mike rolling with me, riding shotgunType a nigga know about every car, but don't got oneThat's hunger, no wonder niggas fucking with the evilsPosted on the corner, selling crack like its legalBut who am I to judge how a nigga get his paper?This money coming soon, dog, I'm tryna get my cake upI guess I gotta wake up these niggas myselfAn E&J sipper, but my shit is top shelfYoung J, the rawest shit you niggas ever heard ofA journalist nigga, call me the Fayetteville ObserverYou know the routine, manFayettnamReal niggas can relateAnd Ville niggas can relate, manMy niggas know about the struggle, manWhat you know about your momma sewing patches on your holes, nigga?I had the light blue jeans with the green patches, haha, oh shitI was in like first grade man, I swearIt was like the Sixes came out, the Jordan SixesThem shit was so fly man, I wanted them so badDarryl what up man?My nigga Darryl had them shits on in class yoI wanted that shit soo badI begged my mom for that shit, you knowBut she couldn't afford it, yo, she gave meGot me some Reeboks black tops, ahahaBut that was all good tho, cuz uhThe year after that I had, I had some, some no name shitsSome all black shits, hahaThem shits had metal, metal shoelace buckles and shit, you know?But you know back then niggas didn'tNiggas ain't even know he was broke man, no worries and shitBut uh, times have changed man, I got billsMy mom is in debt, what you know about that?College loans and shit, niggaGotta get this money, ma
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