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[Verse 1] Came a long way from the bottom Told all my niggas I got em' If a nigga got a problem we solve em' One call and the all of my dogs dem Go and check the stats been somebody way before a nigga started rappin' Rappin' when I'm really livin' its a shame cuz all these other niggas actin' I used to be stuck in the drought My brother played ball for the scouts But it never worked out so he had to trap out my momma house Yeah I had to hit a couple licks Yeah I used to pick up the phone Yeah I had to break it all down to a dub, eighth, q, p, and a zone I said it before imma say it again ain't none of these niggas yo' friends They gon' smile in yo' face and they gon' call you yo' bro But trust me it's all the pretend Had to leave certain niggas cuz certain shit they couldn't comprehend Call em' feelings but when the cats are closed nigga its me in the end A nig I do, A nig I do so he could provide for his family All my niggas on the side cuz I don't like when a man stand behind me I eat shrimp with calamari I treat ballin' like a hobby Ya bitch ride me up right before she ride like a fuckin' Kawasaki Sus niggas movin' wonky So I had to cut em' off Niggas want to be the boss 8 gun what it cost? I turn 12 to 81 from Tom Brady straight to Randy Moss All these niggas like cookies when the heat turn on they get soft [Hook] You do what you can I do what I want I walk through the back you walk through the front I'm a homerun and you more like a bunt If you ain't puttin' you can't smoke on my blunt You do what you can I do what I want I walk through the back you walk through the front I'm a homerun and you more like a bunt If you ain't puttin' you can't smoke on my blunt [Verse 2] All these niggas my damn sons Good weed call it N1 I walk in the club with a plus 1 You was stuck at the door you was lookin' dumb Half these shots got my face numb A backwood get the job done I ran through your hoe like a stick up She threw that shit back like a hiccup In New York pourin' fours Chauncy Billups She wanna get in so she know me now If I get her back in she gon' blow me down In the back of my car she gon' fuck me now Man I had to get me a bag So when I shot don't look at tags Two don't know roofs on the jag My bitch said I drive too fast She gave me head while I'm dippin' on her ass I tell go deepthroat so she gagged I know she fuckin' with me cuz I got cash Young nigga pizzaz She said her nigga sad, that's why she left his ass If you get long piped from Swoosh there ain't no goin' back [Hook] You do what you can I do what I want I walk through the back you walk through the front I'm a homerun and you more like a bunt If you ain't puttin' you can't smoke on my blunt You do what you can I do what I want I walk through the back you walk through the front I'm a homerun and you more like a bunt If you ain't puttin' you can't smoke on my blunt
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