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We gon' get this paper and run it up to the ceiling I told them I was gon' get it, I gotta complete the From the East, nigga Yeah, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on Let's get right to it, nigga We gon' get this paper and run it up to the ceiling I told them I was gon' get it, I gotta complete the mission My mama dependin' on me, my brother still in the trenches Where niggas ain't wearin' gloves We came up from the mitten, we gon' let them niggas crash Out I'm lockin' in the booth In a foreign doin' the dash, f*ck a drop Cut off the roof, my brother still in the streets My mama don't know what to do, he ever need me I'm one call away know I'ma ride for you Comin' up, I ain't have luck, I was a bad kid Wanted to hustle, tryin' to do the shit my dad did Had four brothers, same mother, we always had bread Who thought I'd make it this far I guess the task's rigged, niggas on they last leg We up now, them bitches been in the past tense Shoutout to my brother, he fronted' me on my last brick Swear to God, I told my mama this my last trip Shot it down the way and brought her back, it was a fast flick Ain't giving no more details, nigga, you gotta know the game Don't try to get in this right now, this shit ain't been the same Niggas never struggled , let's talk about the shit we overcame Crack a brick down, ain't crackin' jokes, bitch, I ain't Damon Wayne Lethal weapon, all my niggas steppin', know we do the pressin That new girl just came in gave the Fiend's blessin Don't be playin' with my niggas, we don't do the testin Tryin' to figure out my net worth, them niggas over guessing Ten blues ah get her open, it ain't shit to get your bitch in here No exaggeration, I say every nigga rich in here They dick-suckin', we steppin' out in shit niggas'll never wear Can't wear the same shit, me and my nigga bought the same pair We gon' get this paper and run it up to the ceiling I told them I was gon' get it, I gotta complete the mission My mama dependin' on me, my brother still in the trenches Where niggas ain't wearin' gloves We came up from the mitten, we gon' let them niggas crash Out I'm lockin' in the booth In a foreign doin' the dash, f*ck a drop Cut off the roof, my brother still in the streets My mama don't know what to do, he ever need me I'm one call away know I'ma ride for you Listen to this