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Cole, you stupid (Yeah, uh) 30 for 30 Young Grant Hill I can't retire the jersey Hunts point the check clear I'm in a hurry Move tact he stay sturdy Been reconsidering all Shit that I lost It been in my thoughts (uh) c couple solid n*ggas been sitting up north We used to sit on the porch Same block we watched n*ggas get washed F*ck 'em no getting involved Headed uptown not by 125th I come through sh*ttin Harlem b*tches hitting me to come through quick I gotta , Move money let me thumb through this Like Rich Porter on my hustle sh*t , It's love Mad missions I go bag picking The Deeds tryna grab n*ggas bunch of ass kissers The block carry bad luck like a black kitten But the hood go viral He hit the net like it's badminton That's different Fly n*gga know where I'm from Timb tuckin' a knock f*ck opening trunks Big homie done turned tweak smoking the runts It was laced he should've watched who was rollin' it up (damn) What's in the bank? Open it up N*gga aced out, had to send him home on the bus I thank God he let me make it home when I want Lost a couple to some people we knew Who could I trust? Damn I'm FDR speeding Pothole ditching in this SVR watch for cops though Daniel leather for the cvirex I copped mo I don't do cmiri's big n*ggas can't rock those Remember being a snot nose How time flown Now the old hoes from around call when I'm not home Under the junction at Pappo's for Gyros 24 hour the clock slow the watch froze Tell Benny to hit me I need the Jesus Christo My faith too big tell him to make two B*tch off the leash again want me to save who? Scream Rest In Peace Ms. Gwen she was a angel Uh Borough thorough you can't panic If not Fulton then ctlantic Meet me halfway It's late so don't miss the last train The best times come from the bad days It's still home