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[Intro] Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga [Chorus] Couldn't get left, had to get it right Ain't none of this shit came overnight A young nigga had to sacrifice Had to pay my dues, never asked the price Young nigga get rich, that's that shit I like I be clutchin' my stick at the red light Just popped a Perc', tryna keep my head right Yeah, top floor pent', yeah We was late on rent, yeah Nigga play with Yung Mal, he skinned, yeah I was broke as a bitch, pocket full of lint, huh They thought they had all the sense I thought I could trust a bitch But she crossed me just like Cris [Verse 1] Brand new Benz came with the amg kit Please don't play with the clique I make 'em spin your block with a mini. 223 stick Got so many Benjamin Franklins Wrist so cold, need a fuckin' blanket Lil' bitch, who you bank with? I was sleepin' on cold floors Now I stay at a condo Real street nigga, keep my gun close Real Candler nigga, but go coast to coast Hood on my back like scoliosis Niggas be hoes when them doors be closing Niggas know I keep this shit too solid Gay shit, I never promoted I ran this shit up with my woes [Chorus] Couldn't get left, had to get it right Ain't none of this shit came overnight A young nigga had to sacrifice Had to pay my dues, never asked the price Young nigga get rich, that's that shit I like I be clutchin' my stick at the red light Just popped a Perc', tryna keep my head right Yeah, top floor pent', yeah We was late on rent, yeah Nigga play with Yung Mal, he skinned, yeah I was broke as a bitch, pocket full of lint, huh They thought they had all the sense I thought I could trust a bitch But she crossed me just like Cris [Verse 2] I been shittin' on niggas so long, say fuck it and piss Neck full of diamonds, they kick That mini stick, yes, it gon' hit but it don't got a kick Sold out shows every day, boy, that backend big as a bitch Got an lv bookbag for the backend but it still can't fit And I'm still stuck with the same niggas that was with me when I ain't have shit (On God) Play with 1'5, get skinned like a fish My rims deep dish Said some deep shit, couldn't repeat it, still in East Wick I'm a player, soon as I whip it out, huh, she gon' kiss Mwah, mwah, mwah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Couldn't get left, had to get it right Ain't none of this shit came overnight A young nigga had to sacrifice Had to pay my dues, never asked the price Young nigga get rich, that's that shit I like I be clutchin' my stick at the red light Just popped a Perc', tryna keep my head right Yeah, top floor pent', yeah We was late on rent, yeah Nigga play with Yung Mal, he skinned, yeah I was broke as a bitch, pocket full of lint, huh They thought they had all the sense I thought I could trust a bitch But she crossed me just like Cris
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