Correction Lyrics A Nudy Story by Young Nudy

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Hahaha, haha
See, I was gon' be on some more sh*t (20Rocket on this b*t*h, so it's gon' knock)
But I think I need to start lettin' y'all know me some more, so okay (COUPE)
Well, I started off as a shooter (Started off as a shooter)
No lie (No lie)
Facts
For real (No lie), that sh*t fact, though, dawg, straight up
Facts

Burnin' demon in a Demon, I ain't say that I was perfect
God done blessed me with this money, I guess He feel like I was worth it
Daddy, man, I met him when I was seventeen, that sh*t hurt me
Grandma died, it brought my daddy around, was that sh*t worth it?
My daddy left me out here for a b*t*h, but I still forgive him
Growed up to be a real gorilla, I ain't sh*t like him
Take care of me and my whole pack, ain't nobody tryin' 'em
Loyalty and love, this for life, me and my dawgs, we out here

Started off at the bottom of the 'partment (Yeah)
Man, I started off as a shooter without sh*t (Without sh*t)
I went and kicked a door, that was my first lick (That was my first lick)
TV's and video games, man, I call that petty sh*t (Petty sh*t)
Rockin' with some old school n***as, they put a n***a on a brick (Yeah)
I ain't never seen a brick before until I hit that lick
I was amazed by that sh*t, like, "Do they make more of this sh*t?"
All this money that it came with, I gotta get used to this
Man, this lifestyle, I'm stuck in this sh*t, I'm so true 'bout this
And I growed up with my dawgs in apartment, I can't forget
And I linked up with a couple n***as on Gresham, that's it
Couple n***as kept it real, couple n***as switched
I'ma make sure I kill all them n***as before I leave this b*t*h
Think it done, nah, it ain't over with
Low-key in these streets, I really don't talk 'bout sh*t
I'm switchin' up my cars, now I got options, b*t*h
New tints, man, I call 'em opp tints
Roll the window down, pop that black stick, I kill an opp, b*t*h

I done did a lotta sh*t in my life, earned my stripes, I'm out here
All that d**kridin' y'all n***as doin', I ain't nothin' like them (Like them, nah)
I'm a rich n***a, yeah, yeah (Rich n***a)
I came from the gutter, straight out the 6, n***a, yeah
Do you know something 'bout hittin' them licks, n***a?
I can show you a thing or two 'bout whippin' up a brick, n***a
My specialty is robbin' and I like to trick n***as
Put a bad b*t*h on that n***a, that's another lick, n***a
(Uh), anyway, that's just real sh*t
I can't lie 'bout anything I said, that's that real sh*t
It started out with crumbs, then I got some bread
Dirty beef down in these streets, I cross 'em out, they know I'm dead
I'm straight up from the 'partments, Paradise East, you know I gotta represent
R.I.P. to all the ghetto angels from the 'partment
Thinking 'bout the time when Tombo told me I was gon' make it
R.I.P. Lil Chicken, man, I showed him how to take sh*t, damn

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