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So much mail I can hardly spend it

VS lumps in my rolex pendent

Shit been spending for the past ten years

Face done escaped all tatooed tears

I guess I can only thank the Lord for that

'Cuz shit was gettin' hectice tryin' to get my scratch

If it wasn't them one time penelopes

It was coward ass niggaz tryin' to take my G's

When I first started out I was broke as a bitch

Grew up in the slums wouldn't trade it for shit

'Cuz the niggaz that was rich when I was poor

Is now on blow and comin' through buyin fat 2-0

See they spend it with me

But pretendin' to be

On the grind

Tryin' to get a stack like mine

But now I'm knowin'

Pockets growin'

And when it's snowin'

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Yo' nigga can't lie I was livin' it up

The rule of big pimpin' now my '70 Cut'

I probably hit the park drinkin on Bo's berry

Slammin' Rick James 'cuz I'm in love with Mary

You can't be scary if you want your scrill

Pack you steel

Nigga kill at will

Guard your grille

'Cuz if you real

Then it's on

I'm talkin' so long

X4

Oh so long making my revi's

So many playas comin' up in the game

And everybody got a sack of rock cocaine

Mobb car drivin'

Condo livin'

And every fuckin' day was just like Thanksgiving

The city where I'm from is getting so damn cold

Niggaz outta control

At 16 years old

Them young muthafuckas ain't givin' a fuck

They tryin' to get a buck

And get some hair on their nuts

The savage ass grind starting takin' my mind

A nigga came through with all new tec-9's

Semi-automatic with extended clips

A chopper every nigga down with my click

Neighborhood funkin'

Mail's on slow

It's barely comin' through

And all I'm sellin is O's

I ride high performance when it gets like this

Electric everything, racing cam and kits

I'm livin' on the edge but I'm lovin' the high

I'm either goin' down or I'm goin' die

Hot ones echo through the geto limp

Put the tip out the window let the AK spit

They just caught my homey with a pound of crack

Plus the other day they said he robbed a bank

A million dollar bail in his Uncle's own

All charges got dropped cuz it's oh so long

X4

Oh so long making my revi's

My Momma must have prayed real hard for me

'Cuz I woke up in the mornin' wasn't slanging no D

I was on my way out to the church to see

If the Lord could find a better way today for B

Read me some scriptures

Fed my soul

And I'll tell you like this I ain't slangin' no more

Your boys been blessed in so many ways

In the night and in the day and in His name I pray

Thanks for the Lexus, jewels, and home

Even though I can't take 'em with me when I'm gone

But Heaven is the place for Legitimate B

So when You come and get Your folks You comin' for me

X4

Oh so long making my revi's




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