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Drip God! Only chasin' out the bands, f**k a ho Twenty-two, I'ma ball like a pro Got a check, then I ran it up some more Like, damn, I remember we was poor Seen a lot, I done been there before I only speak on the things that I know Cut 'em off and they true colors show Life goes on, people come and go Look at me, grandmama, I made it They ain't show us no love, now we famous Cali weather got me feeling amazing Overtime on that block, I was slaving Now it's meetings with rich Caucasians Young n***a racked up, bring them bands out every special occasion I'm just sharin' my story with you I shed some tears on these pages Trying to figure my own self out For some time, I was going through some phases Had a whole lot of sh*t going on Just tryna adjust to them changes We missed church every Sunday Iin the streets, it was shooters we was praisin' Momma let the streets get a hold of Tim, and now it's funeral arrangements Dark cloud over my head, seems like every day it was rainin' Book bro 'nem flights to L.A. 'cause I know the hood too dangerous I just want him to see better things 'cause all my little n***as bangin' Only chasin' out the bands, f**k a ho Twenty-two, I'ma ball like a pro Got a check, then I ran it up some more Like, damn, I remember we was poor Seen a lot, I done been there before I only speak on the things that I know Cut 'em off and they true colors show Life goes on, people come and go Playin' with the racks, Serena Williams We went from Section 8 to millions Procrastination is an illness It's a lot of fake n***as in disguise Out here advertising realness On a date with destiny, and that b*t*h karma third wheelin' Duckin' cops and drug dealin' Shots fired, fell in love with guns, we find them new Glocks appealin' You wonderin' why the block died and them C's posted up in parking lots and buildings 2014, took our first loss, man, the opps start drillin' Now we see the G's that'll fit his beam, dot his head like Krillin Was a snotty nose, wasn't sh*t to eat In them corner stores, stealin' Miss the old days, where I'm from so the past put me in my feelings Four hour flight away from the slums, up in Calabasas chillin' Only chasin' out the bands, f**k a ho Twenty-two, I'ma ball like a pro Got a check, then I ran it up some more Like, damn, I remember we was poor Seen a lot, I done been there before I only speak on the things that I know Cut 'em off and they true colors show Life goes on, people come and go
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