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I used to just sell crack I ain't even know what Hop was before I went to the pin I started selling that shit in there, dead homies 'Fore long I ain't have to tear up over needles in their arm and counting time 'Bout mine bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah Brought around the gang, ain't got a rep in there Once I get the brain, I'ma forget the bitch Smoking so much, I barely remember shit Pouring out the pint, don't need to measure it If I could go back, I wouldn't change a thing Grinding like the park where all the skaters hang Girl I wish we met before this paper came Soon all memories are getting fade away I ain't never needed you, not the way you needed me Used to wake up in my cell inside and dream that I was free Will not tell you get grabbed up, you gon' tell her "Keep it G" Loyalty might not mean to you everything it means to me Smoking all the pound, I ain't passed the blunt in hella long If I do go down, plan on rapping still through telephones Focused on myself more, I here from you seldom though Cheating on my bitch even though inside she held me down Knew the word it was from the jump Burn so much weed I might bust a lung No one like me, I'm a one-of-one SongtexteTurn that lil' bitch to a one-and-done Inside are Indo' and soda pops Still more kick-flipping than Tony Hawk Just put a switch on a .40 Glock Don't say we homies, 'cause hoe we not Brought around the gang, ain't got a rep in there Once I get the brain, I'ma forget the bitch Smoking so much, I barely remember shit Pouring out the pint, don't need to measure it If I could go back, I wouldn't change a thing Grinding like the park where all the skaters hang Girl I wish we met before this paper came Soon all memories are getting fade away In the world I'm an ol' timer Memories if I got all kind of They got all my accords, straight up y'all behind it Mary Jane keep me calm, y'all I'm not finding Used to think money solve problems Now I learned it just caused problems Cuban linked, that's my dog collar Big box of shells, gnawing that raw pasta I'm too paranoid to run a race if y'all behind me Cause of hiding, trust nobody, staring at my Caller-ID Guarding my territory, money, that's how y'all can find me Y'all too grimy, who you hang with too contagious like Ronald Ozzy Yeah, I got that drop like release dates Making bands while you walking for cheesecake Grind like Rodney Mullen, you a cheapskate I continue to grind like, "Who needs brakes?" Where were you before I would receive cake? I just keep it a hundred like free base Wouldn't change a thing with a clean slate I need 65 G's in a briefcase Brought around the gang, ain't got a rep in there Once I get the brain, I'ma forget the bitch Smoking so much, I barely remember shit Pouring out the pint, don't need to measure it If I could go back, I wouldn't change a thing Grinding like the park where all the skaters hang Girl I wish we met before this paper came Soon all memories are getting fade away Soon all memories of you will fade away Soon all memories of you will- Aus Songtexte Mania