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I grew up on that 36 Old school chopping that top Two 12s on max for when that beat hit Felt like DMX, ruff ridin' my city you know how we get it Tellin' my dawgs I'm putting them on When I win you know we win Yeah, yeah, boy we on I grew up on that 36 Old school chopping that top Two 12s on max for when that beat hit Felt like DMX, ruff ridin' my city you know how we get it Tellin' my dawgs I'm putting them on When I win you know we win Yeah, yeah, boy we on Young Rockstar, yeah I grew up on that Boosie, set it off Rick Ross, I’m the boss neva' Take a loss, get green gotta floss, came up pay the cost, fly high Randy Moss Hold up, wait, and I’m back on go Came in the game unpredictable flow Covered in ice like I fell in the snow I step in the spot everybody like woah Yo, linked up with the misfits Worried bout me need a mind your business Self-made I don’t really need no witness And I gotta really play my position Uh, 'cause I’m up right now I’m feeling like I can perform in the clouds Everybody really wanna jock my style So high up and I won’t come down Uh, now you like my sound Whatever I got I built up from the ground You ain’t from the block this ain’t yo' side of town I say what I want ain’t no shutting my mouth I see it I want it I gotta go get it Ain’t no turning back like I’m tryna get fitted Comparing to me boy you gotta be kidding Your hands going up like you catching the spirit I grew up on that 36 Old school chopping that top Two 12s on max for when that beat hit Felt like DMX, ruff ridin' my city you know how we get it Tellin' my dawgs I'm putting them on When I win you know we win Yeah, yeah, boy we on I grew up on that S-N, Double O-P D-O-DOUBLE G, Kanye, Kendrick Ridin through the City, good kid, m.A.A.d city bumpin' in the 4-seater, East Side come visit Grew up in a church hut, spiritual Cold Cut Preacher could've helped me but he wasn't really sayin' much Feet to the pavement, lookin' for a fight though Lookin' for the wrong word, trying to find a typo, uh Got everybody thinkin' you a gangster Real recognize cap Until you really run into some gangsters God have mercy on that Thou shall not conform, into the image of somebody that you ain't I won't quit until I paint the picture that if you a heatseeker then you might just faint, you hear me? I grew up on that 36 Old school chopping that top Two 12s on max for when that beat hit Felt like DMX, ruff ridin' my city you know how we get it Tellin' my dawgs I'm putting them on When I win you know we win Yeah, yeah, boy we on Ever since I can remember I been poppin' my collar They didn’t like me in the holler 'cause my skin look like T’Challa Gettin' dollars with my partners, I was caught up in the profit 'Til the contact with the father through apostles and the prophets Mama said I was a target, they would follow me at Target Now I’m dropping knowledge to they sons and to they daughters Any problem pop up you should probably play a possum 'Cause my God he say He got 'em, just don’t look back down at Sodom Thinking bout the rhyme scheme like how long can Dyllie ride it Prolly long as terms in office for a Clinton or a Rodham I don't prophecize for prophet I just call 'em how I see 'em Was a Tennessee titan before they bought the Colosseum I grew up on that 36 Old school chopping that top Two 12s on max for when that beat hit Felt like DMX, ruff ridin' my city you know how we get it Tellin' my dawgs I'm putting them on When I win you know we win Yeah, yeah, boy we on
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