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Englewood native Fourth ward baby Parents might've made me But you know the streets raised me I was 12 when I came of the porch Call me MJ Who got better game in the fourth? F*ck you thought? Trapping is a sport I was getting money at McKay Park Court Young bull Shut down the whole dice game Back in 03 When niggas couldn't stop Banks The OG was balling in Memphis I picked a pack up And started serving like tennis Add it up count it right Before the cars We was trapping off the mountain Bikes Hold onnnn I cant relax Got to get the paper Money hungry sweet tooth Need it now & later Make that money now Make that money later Ima make some money now Ima Make some money later Hold onnnn I can't relax Got to get the paper Money hungry sweet tooth Need it now and later Make that money now Ima make some money later Ima make that money now Ima make some money later We been getting money Got no time to be chilling Trap house to penthouse Apartments to villas Pardon your feelings boy Still in the streets Got the heart of gorillas I thank God every day That we aren't you Niggas We ain't acting cool neither Used to f*ck teachers at the school & The after school teachers Used to serve the teachers at the School And the after school teachers Got popped serving at the school After schooling niggas Backstreet hugger Backseat lover Yea I do it all im a stat sheet stuffer We are not the same We both might of fucked her But the only difference is That you'll cuff her Hold onnnn Hold onnnn I cant relax Got to get the paper Money hungry sweet tooth Need it now & later Make that money now Make that money later Ima make some money now Ima Make some money later Hold onnnn I can't relax Got to get the paper Money hungry sweet tooth Need it now and later Make that money now Ima make some money later Ima make that money now Ima make some money later Hold onnnnn

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