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(Hook) Same place I hustle, at the crib around the corner The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it The money come, the money go, it’s just another story I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry Robert Horry, Robert Horry I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it Raised in the streets, it’s just another hood story (Verse) I ain’t never satisfied cus I ain’t have a lot Them early mornings, fuck the crib, I’m headed to the block Can never snooze, you steal a bag, I swear them choppas chop My clientele run through the hood, I go from block to block I’m Robert Horry, my Tony Parker, he pass the glock Gun talks so you don’t hear my voice a lot My el bronco, that cheap Prada for fiends to cop My young shooters got big toasters, we scorching hot I know you niggas think this like a hurdle, roll the top And since I came from the bottom all I want is top Raised in the streets, sometimes you gotta thank the block And since I came from the bottom all I want is top (Hook) Same place I hustle, at the crib around the corner Letras de cancionesThe city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it The money come, the money go, it’s just another story I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry Robert Horry, Robert Horry I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it Raised in the streets, it’s just another hood story (Verse) Robert Horry (I’m Robert Horry!) We putting up the shots, if we shoot we scorin The competition boring Drive the coupe so fast, I swear I feel like I’m soaring Smoking blunts, they back to back, I’m in it for the moment Foreign tops from 10 bitches and bikini tops My finger’s itchin, the finger scratch it, I’m squeezing shots Play a Rollie, keep your cool if the pressure hot It’s a cold world, I play it with the heat I cop From street corners to tap it hard out my people spot I’m just a playa in the game that been through a lot From street corners to tap it hard out my people spot I’m Robert Horry, if I’m shootin I’m scorin (Hook) Same place I hustle, at the crib around the corner The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it The money come, the money go, it’s just another story I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry Robert Horry, Robert Horry I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it Raised in the streets, it’s just another hood story From Letras Mania