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Yeah, I'ma hit this one too
Haha, yeah
Ooh, ooh, yeah
Haha, yeah
Huh? Ayy, ayy

Ever since a n***a was a youngin'
I've been workin' in the streets like I ain't never seen a sidewalk
Bumpin' to my iPod Shuffle while I'm shufflin' through paper
Boutta smoke another Newport
New York n***a 'cause I grew up with it
And I've been through Hell, but I ain't stop sinning
Matter fact, while I was there, I stabbed the devil with his pitchfork
p*ssed off, wrists off, [?]
Joey be the one to kill the devil for the f**k of it
Heard your girl was chicken, you know that I'm always hustlin'
Lookin' at my wrists while I'm f**k on yo' b*t*h in public
I'm really in [?], b*t*h, it's not hard to stomach it
You really flexin' on me with Bape, I got a ton of it
Salt shaker, cookin' with your b*t*h in the trap house
Why the f**k you talkin' all that sh*t? Boy, you get clapped out
Ayy, catch me at your local pharmacist, ayy
Flippin' them pots like they artists, ayy
Don't give a f**k unless I'm gettin' paid
Talkin' that sh*t, but you don't want my fade
Ultimate fly, like my name is Denzel
I got them bars like I'm fresh out of jail
Legacy, Hennessy, and Ace of Spades
Why do these boys in my city still hate? sh*t

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