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Raised on Fenkell and Strathmoor, my first hustle: I was draggin' bottles out through my backdoor Walkin' through the alley, had to run from a pit Take the bottles to the store and turn ‘em in for a flip On the side, I was sellin' drug dealers my piss And my family was gettin' money but I need my own chips (I need money) Had a lil crew of friends, they was with whatever I used to let ‘em where my clothes so we could shine together In high school, it was all about yays and leathers And that's when I seen drug money don't last forever Shit startеd gettin' tight, but I need Nike's Matter of fact, I need thе Prada boots with the red stripe Started hustlin', sellin' weed to my niggas Wasn't until the white is when I felt I was a dealer Hustlin' so hard, some days I barely even ate On the go soon as I wake, only break is when I gotta wait For the next sale If I don't move my whole pack, then I can't rest well (Nah) Me and bein' broke didn't mesh well, so I had to leave it Fast forward, now I'm in a drop Benz, thankin' Jesus (Jesus) Niggas in they 30s still young-nigga competin' Tryna see who spent the most on they pieces (Boy) Boy, I'm in my own lane, I don't pay attention to you niggas Swear dudes pocket watch nowadays more than the bitches I'm Giovanni, don't need nobody to cosign me Followin' the wave is where you niggas won't find me I set trends, conversin' with plugs to get the best in Won't even move a muscle if ten is what it's less than Unless you fam and tryna build, I could see your plan You tryna get on your feet, so I'll give a hand About the haters – I don't give a damn They was created right on Instagram, I'm simply bein' who I am I don't need a nigga's stamp, I could stamp you (Stamp you) For playin' strangers close is what I can't do (Nah) I rather swim in a swamp full of gators Than run around with a bunch of a secret ass haters You got it all wrong, y'all compete with your niggas I leave room just so I could eat with my niggas (Yeah) Bring shit to the table, never leach on a nigga Just sayin' real shit, ain't tryna preach to a nigga, nah I understand I'm a different cat This shit you seen me with, nobody gave me that Had to spend the same stack to make a different stack No big homie put me on, nigga, picture that (Picture that) Niggas got fronted bricks when I was flippin' crack They crutches gone, now they livin' life handicapped And I taught myself how to walk Every win, every loss, made the spirit of a boss (Of a boss)
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