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It all started with a dollar and a dream I can remember back to junior high, 28 grams of pot rolled on the B It was a tippin’ off, let me know I had to get my weight up And from out from out of that liquor store I mean what I gotta do to see a brick of mo? My hair’s in everything, my position is piv and toe Ship a yack from a plastic cup, my pores open Flow hard as the steel mill but ‘fore smokin’ The realest shit that I ever spoke, I never wrote it Communicated in 3rd person, I’m never quoted Street politics, earn your stripes and get promoted No bullshit for Barack Obama, I never wrote it I’m just a hustler, allergic to election time But ain’t no harm in swingin’ a bat block for collection time Hit the corner twice, jumped out and threw ‘em off Hide my face behind the frames and a Louie scarf Stay fly nigga fresh as all outdoors I’ll Lotto M nigga I ain’t goin’ nowhere These niggas don’t know what I do Hustlin’ baby, chillin’ All I gotta say is this nigga the coolest His wrist is the bluest Letras de cancionesChickens come in flocks, bitches wanna do us Shammy in the coolers, it’s a party, it’s a party Cali green in the Cuba, you could call me Mr. Marley Finale is Chris Farley or an angel want his Harley Or a rapper in this Mazzy on a track built kamikaze The flow is crazy, it’s BOAZ Bo be the hustler, act like you know me baby Paper stackin’, lady mackin’ like Goldie baby Oh you ain’t know? I be ballin’ like Kobe baby Hit the game with the alla knivers and crossover That was hella work, I done put work on young shoulders Respect the hustle, chef the next Rick Ruben of rap music I’m about to be the second rustle Got your lady doing yoga in the Rover Right in front of the club, I’mma play ‘er til it’s over Yea fuckers, look Real niggas do what they want Suckers do what they can Add yourself What side of the streets you on? Yea you know Niggas catch feelings when you fuck these hoes They wear new clothes but that’s just how shit goes This my life style, it’s all part of my nature Lost a lot of real niggas who’s hard to replace it So I’m callin’ my maker, bless me with the proper team Point blank period, we all ready to top the Z Persevere like gladiators in the coliseum But they preserve my godly flesh in the mausoleum With all my riches and bitches like the pharaoh My pyramid be bigger than Mount Kilimanjaro That’s my attitude, I’m still from the ghetto Left the two give applause in the club like Sean Barrow Cocksucker.. From Letras Mania