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[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Serve a brick with my Ballys on Got a AP and a Rollie on I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own Put my passion from the streets in the microphone Nigga, this real life This just ain't no song Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone Know some niggas that ain't never fucking coming home All praise be to Allah, I made it this long [Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] All it take is one slip-up Gotta make the right decisions Learned from the dead homies Gotta move with precision Never been a dummy Read up on two different religions I got eyes in the back of my head I never let a nigga catch me slipping Society say I'm a menace Fuck a job, nigga, I'm trying to get richness Dope hole nigga, trapping in the trenches My niggas will kill you, they find out you snitching Crossed the club and niggas out there with bitches Still got a hundred real niggas with it Got some niggas hating me, won't admit it Fuck them pussies, I'ma fuck on their bitches Never had nothing, I'm happy for my critics That just means you see how I'm living Brought all my brothers with me from the trenches My bitch, she act like a princess Still got a cup of real nigga left Still got some niggas gotta get dealt Money bandana Money, power, and respect [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Serve a brick with my Ballys on Got a AP and a Rollie on I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own Put my passion from the streets in the microphone Nigga, this real life This just ain't no song Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone Know some niggas that ain't never fucking coming home All praise be to Allah, I made it this long [Verse 2: DrugRixh Pe$o] I stayed down, so the AP and the Rollie on me All praise to Allah, that's the big homie Trapping and juuging, I'm known for that code Hit it, we [?] like the [?] On 1'5, slamming these pussies for riches Ain't no way that none of my niggas switching MONY POWR RSPT, know the Feds tryna blame us I know that they had it, my diamonds to blame I'm in the trenches, ain't no tucking my chain I started with nicks, now I'm holding things So my bad bitch call my hoe names Serve a nigga with the unknown name Switching phones up, other shit on my wrist On 1'5, I've been cooking up the bricks From what the streets say, don't snitch I got this Rollie on my wrist from the 'mix DrugRixh living lavish, nigga, fuck a bitch Keep a stick on me when I serve the bricks On Percocets and Xans, playas know that shit Serving the bricks, nigga, watch out for Vics We did it on our own, MONY POWR RSPT shit Real life trapper, no counterfeit Free all my niggas that's banging that murder shit And thankful for God for keeping me safe with that 30 clip [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Serve a brick with my Ballys on Got a AP and a Rollie on I got rich off of drugs, did it on my own Put my passion from the streets in the microphone Nigga, this real life This just ain't no song Paranoid, every seven days, I switch my phone Know some niggas that ain't never fucking coming home All praise be to Allah, I made it this long
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