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2012 I started gettin' money, I was like sixteen goin' on seventeen Fifty in my face I could go touch That was an important period in my life 'cause it made me what I am now I was just havin' fun, gettin' fresh every day, ha I looked up, I spent that shit Look I won a race, a hunnid miles and runnin' They was stoppin', I ain't jog or nothin' I ain't lag or nothin' I was twenty laps ahead of y'all, I ain't brag or nothin' Gang rootin', under pressure, I ain't let them down or nothin' Everybody got they cameras, hand me a towel or somethin' All my hard work, all them days in Y'all know where I started All them late nights goin' retarded Runnin' with the wildest youngins Smellin' like a thousand onions Damn that shit don't count for nothin' When I told 'em I was comin' They just thought that was I bluffin' Now my fans out overseas pay me twenty thou' to touch 'em Pretty ladies, yeah, I love 'em Come backstage, they let me f*ck 'em Free of charge don't owe her nothin' I was rushin', I was gettin' ready Made her hold my luggage Met her once, she let me f*ck her twice She know I might f*ck up her life Too lit to have a fuckin' wife She fine enough to wife tonight, so f*ck it She can board her flight Love Ruth Chris might get her somethin' to go, I guess I'm sorta nice Never been on dates, I risked my life She see me blowin' this pipe Baby I'm not regular, no I'm not your average dude I grew up a hard knock, that's not up my avenue Gotta move somethin' like the president Can't leave no trace or evidence Or location, if I'm there too long I gotta move F*ck it, you just stay right here 'cause I don't like your attitude Big G Herbo, don't leave the G out when you say Herbo Never leave the G out G-lock on me every day I leave out Only way I be out, niggas know what we 'bout Condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house Gold on everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skeet out And I got more comin', got another tape droppin' Got another tour comin', yeah I made more money Finna do more stuntin', one-twenty lane switchin', still ain't push the sports button Back to the program, niggas hatin' but they whores love me Still gettin' tour money Fifteen for a sixteen so, yeah, it mean an eight like four-somethin' Put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain't runnin' like the Porsche runnin' Remember yellin', "4-7," with the torch runnin' Hittin' cuts on the opps block Lakeside, Pistol run up on the porch gunnin' All my niggas all about money In the middle of the war hustlin' Hustle homies and you know it touch us Shut the whole block down, no more hustlin' Start all the wheels up, load the steel up Everybody on the team tryna score somethin' Flat on the rah-rah, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, drop a four or somethin' Yeah, them killers like Jon-Jon But we ain't goin' out sweet, no, cops dyin' That means ain't no cops killin' us Ain't no opps killin' us Some say I might sound cocky Some say I might sound scary But I know that I'm gon' get home where I'm from that's slim chance very Where I'm from shit get scary, niggas get buried Ridin' up on your block, Bloody Mary Don't you double dare me I'm from the Eastside of Chicago I'm Gucci where I go Niggas know me where I go I'm an OG where I go You can't help what you born with But it's on you if you die broke If I die before I wake Have a party when I go Twenty Rollies in a Rolls 'fore I wake before I go Mama okay, yeah, I know