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Just The Beginning

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Just The Beginning

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The streets signed me(Taurus, Taurus)I gotta remind you, I never liked youIn the streets, niggaI love youStreets turnin' boys into menTake several down, lock it inGot a stash, brought another billPay you off before I shot and killTell them other trenches that I ain't fellI told 'em wait again, they weren't awareI met her on sight, she got clappedI was playin' with the chickens before I rappedTreatin' this music like I'm sellin' keysI took lil' mama then went down to GreeceYoung nigga 'round me, slimey and greasyI bought her diamonds and she keep it a secretKnock your shit down, you know I'ma agree with itTake off flyin', goin' off aI got that cooler with me when I'm whippin'Rollin' with demons when I'm in your cityCouple of pink toes gettin' nastySend all the Fentanyl to CincinnatiGone on a mission, niggas ain't really havin' itLike I got a fishin' rod, that bitch biteWhole lotta racks on me Beatles sitzeLil' one whack songs when they bitin'We been on demon time, say I'm niceAin't been gettin' no sleep, I'm outsideKick down the doors of your doorPut double numbers on the billboardsI take the flowers, we gettin' awardsToo many shooters, I was paranoidYoung nigga poppin' off anywhereCatch up and spray, nigga, anywhereI gotta make sure I [?]'Cause I'm in touch with the mobA [?] ready, yeah, she anywhere, Jada finish up the jobBut to the hood I'm a godI did residentials, I was slaughteringJust another product of povertyHit them niggas up, no recoveryI had Benjamins, Frank callin' meGot them demons with me, ain't no argumentTrappin' out my pain with GivenchyForever wish death on all my enemiesThe minute I was born, I was sinnin'Chasin' a hundred billion, that's just the beginnin'Streets turnin' boys into menTake several down, lock it inGot a stash, brought another billPay you off before I shot and killTell them other trenches that I ain't fellI told 'em wait again, they weren't awareI met her on sight, she got clappedI was playin' with the chickens before I rappedStreets turnin' the boy to a millionaire, ayy, yeahTook all the struggle from the game and it got me hereDrinkin' on muddy, smokin' herb by the pound, ooh, oohWish I could fall in love but she been ran throughWho the flyest?Ain't no goin' back and forth, ain't no debatin' with meKeepin' the drum on meGotta keep fifty brothers for my many menThese streets they prepared a nigga for everythingEverything I ever wanted in my lifeI hustle and I'm grindin' up to earn it fullFor the Bugatti, sign me upCharge one thousand to just line 'em up, line it upOh yeah (Oh yeah)Yeah (Yeah)Yeah (Yeah)Young nigga pop (Young nigga pop)Catch up and spray (Catch up and spray)I gotta make sure I aim (I gotta make sure I aim)WooJust the finishin' (Just the finishin')Hood (Hood)Pluto (Pluto)Catch another b- (Catch another b-)Hit 'em up (Hit 'em up)I call (I call)
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