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Started making green when I was sixteen Grown man shit cause daddy was a coke fiend Me and my mama struggling through the drama Bagging up crack I remember my first Llama Nickel plate nine I remember my first grind Clapped at a nigga he dropped I ran up on him grabbed the bag And met with nigga's down the block Face no expression I'm filled with all this aggression Young on the roof I'm cloud testing the Wesson Then it came time when a kid [?] Ma tried to get me to the mosque for a lesson I was thinking [?] To acquire all that it take a couple of bucks And I ain't have the money to move a couple of ducks So I put the mask on and robbed a couple of fucks (You know that this is) It's like God sent music to me He sent it to my mama through the speakers Then he spoke through Aretha Curtis May playing I'm trying to imitate what they saying Mom told me go to my room No microphone performing everything with a broom I was meant to be a star I was born to pop bottles drive cars SongtexteAnd smoke everything in this cigar Me and my nigga's is so thorough We heard about Mary J. Blige but never heard of the borough We celebrate life like it's new years We make notes pop like they root beers We lost nigga's we call those crew tears You in my dreams but those nightmares Ruger thoughts, no Kruger thoughts Now a nigga ball like Jordan shorts Don Don Alumni Hashtag smoke something get high Hashtag smoke something get high Aus Songtexte Mania