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I'm out that 504, that's my home
Ain't no need to ask, they know what I'm on
Baby I'm NOLA grown
Like who dat said I ain't no Saint
Why? 'Cause I smoke, I drink
Don't give a f**k what you think
n***a, f**k what you think
I give a f**k what you think

Ooh, alright, alright, alright
Catch me riding for my city like bikes
You don't have to ask Who Dat
Reeboks on, you already knew that
On the I-10 highway cruising where the view at
As on the west coast but you know a brother flew back
An OZ in my zone, no place like home
An ode to my pops, boy I been a rolling stone
But when I come back it's the same as just before
To all my haters, this gon' play up in your second line
To all my favorites, let's eat greedy, b*t*h it's paper time
To the rest of the world, we bout to stay a while
Giving food for thought, jambalaya
I'm out that...

504, that's my home
Ain't no need to ask, they know what I'm on
Baby I'm NOLA grown
Like who dat said I ain't no Saint
Why? 'Cause I smoke, I drink
Don't give a f**k what you think
n***a, f**k what you think
I give a f**k what you think

Uh, $leaze
Look, I keep it playa at all times
It's tatted on me b*t*h, I got Sega, the whole nine
That's game baby, sh*t ain't the same on this side
A shame baby, how you been wastin' your precious time
With lames baby, you only got a limited time in this game mama
You need a 504 n***a, we ain't the same potna
You sensitive, I got a temper, I bang potna
Stay in yo lane potna
She callin' me 'cause she know I keep it playa, I hit her with the fee
I can't fall in love, n***a all of these b*t*hes freaks
My city full of rats
If you tryna get down with me just hit my jack
You know I'm from that

I'm out that 504
Ain't no need to ask, they know
Baby I'm NOLA grown
Like who dat said
Give a f**k what you think
n***a, f**k what you think
I give a f**k what you think

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