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Look Relate to ya I can't if you's a fake nigga Where level 4 in the state is what your mistakes get ya Rap niggas they just wanna double date with you Twitpic and show these hoes that they affiliate with you Labels used to treatin rappers like a slave, nigga Starvin artist "just be happy with your fame nigga" Shit changed, now it's such a different game All the niggas like myself is controlling everything If you, pay attention see exactly what I mean Fucc the middleman, I said that in 2003 Was 18, White Lincoln, chrome feet Black .40 was my pillow, everynight I go to sleep Grown niggas treat me like they OG Holdin on to every word that the tiny loc speaks I had a vision nobody else could see Sold my shit to D-Mac, a little less than 10 Gs Brought my grocery bag of cash back to Blacc Sam He matched a nigga, next day we went to Sam Ash We bought a pro tools and a microphone Studio was far from plush but the lights was on Couple hunned thousand stashed at my momma's home Real estate in Atlanta but ain't nobody know Mac 11s in the safe, hidden in the floor Letras de cancionesMy bro did it like nobody that I've ever known Screens on every wall with 16 camera angles Double pane bullet proof glass pushin past the haters Cuban links and rolexes 'fo the check from Epic This industry ain't got like us but they gone respect it Built the label up from money we was savin up No details til the Statue of Limitations up Couple niggas got flipped tryna play with us The demonstrations speak loud so I ain't sayin much Was a charismatic nigga, I don't play as much Cos life is real when you live it in a place like us School pictures crackin smiles, now my face is stuck Shellshocked to see how much they really hated us Couldn't keep a kind heart, get yo hatred up Streets smarts, nigga get yo information up Watching Belly, smokin blunts, take Jamaican puffs One day I'mma have a house and car like Jamaican cuz Credits roll, back to stress pounds breakin up Had to fight before we hustled and it made us tough Early 90s neighbors rooster used to wake us up Mama had a bucket and a shack but we ain't make a fuss Blue Cutlass, no license, .380 tucked 96 Caprice 'Bolt Da Fatts' was savin up They gettin packed out if niggas try fade with us Crenshaw and Slauson, True Story, Zo play the drums I got to this paper, no industry favors Speaking to they soul, so they tell me I'm they favorite Been through it myself, yeah, I know how it make you Never let 'em judge you cuz they ain't you I could tell a long story or just say I'm grateful I could tell a gang of reasons or just say I'm faithful I can sell a million records or just mixtape it They don't really give a fuck long as I just keep pacing Quiet for a year, gave no explanation Now I'm 'bout to drop I got em on that Proud 2 Pay shit Half of a million cash, he gon offer me a label Told him that I need to own it, so I'm cool, kept it gangster Hollaback, real niggas what you calling that You see the game fucked up, look, what part is that They compare where I'm at to where I started at They put me in the Getty, I'm a artifact They can't never hang me on the wall though We presidents nigga we push buttons The rest of y'all just react, Victory Lap nigga this Marathon Still don't stop though Count me up, count me up I'm in this shit you niggas is out as fuck I'm use to people doubting I'd amount to much I thrive off the challenge, I'm a childish fuck I love toys so I'm by the buck I hate to lose so I play too rough I speak my mind and say I say too much Minus the hip hop, cops say I don't say enough I know they listening to my raps While I'm out running these laps Tryna make my paper stack Its like this and like that I think I'm KRS I think I'm Dead Prez I think I'm 2Pac nigga I need some fuckin meds I think I'm Eminem, I'm going crazy Shoot in front of the shop Nas & AZ I never planned to make it to a old nigga Plant the bag 560 off a zone nigga Dip my Giovanni feet in chrome nigga Drop them bitches on Pirellis hit the road with em I should get the cover of the Rolling Stone nigga I should perform at the Old Republic or Rome nigga I'm not a rapper or a poet, I'm a poem nigga Ain't it amazing how I'm standing on my own nigga Always pull up in foreign thats never loaned nigga Always speaking my music straight from my soul nigga My business partners Jewish but I'm all nigga Still ghetto that ain't wrong is it? Way I see it long as I ball nigga I'm a California don, nigga Hundred thousand on my car nigga You know very well who you are nigga I been that nigga before the fame happened That tell them hoes go get my name tatted I rock a Roley cuz my game classic And repped LA before it came back in I know y'all see me in my lane smashing I know y'all hate me with a strange passion I made examples out y'all lame asses I love my life y'all could hate that shit All the smart money got they bets on me And all them real niggas wish the best for me All these bad bitches got some sex for me Shout out them bad bitches, getting dressed for me They down to stand in line cuz its well worth it Pull up to my shows in Chanel purses They jeans fit the worst but they smell perfect Never argue with they niggas but they yell verses Aye, I'm true to this game Gimme that pussy 'for she tell me her name Aye, I'm true to this game All Money In No Money Out on my chain Aye, I'm true to this game No guarantees you gotta live for today Aye, I'm true to this game Do it big til they remember your name We still them same niggas that we used to be Black Sam in that sedan in the coupe is me Hundred thousand for the car so the roof was free While I'm in it flashback on how it used to be Wildin' nigga can't relax it was the youth of me That make a smoker buy the bullets for a shooting spree Found myself, same time family losing me But all that violence from the past is what produced a G All the real LA niggas know the truth is me No hotline homie I could tell your future free Get on your Marathon til you bruise ya feet Or run the streets til the reverend write ya eulogy Fishbone in the six with all my jewelry Cuz I heard my haters is supposed to be shooting me I'll never let a broke bitch influence me Slauson Ave getting money and the proof is me From Letras Mania