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Put them cracks down you just slangin' two months ago
Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let bitch go
Why you standin' there posin' you like Donna Karan
save that, the same shit you had it last year

You be runnin' them outsiders
That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick
Your Mac is big, got a grip, yo
You think that shit gon' live what he did, this nigga said

Remember his mans got there, the whole shit was set up
Shut up, fam want the science and the letter
It got back to me some niggaz in Medina me
You know some niggaz in the gold splash to me

Yo that shit you had in
Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they the Ac
Know this traitor, hair and Shorty like Karan
Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare on

Octavia all the ice on, yo
She own a carwash now, her little doin' triple life
Marry a son who got baked, it coulda
For a half a cake, the shank, maybe bite her

Shit is fucked up they got us, yo
She at her baby wake now watch the breakdown
responsibility
She at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown

Little ghetto boy, playin' in the ghetto

Yo all of y'all got the whole story wrong
what you talk but twist the real song
When it comes to this, not a licensed driver
Show y'all niggaz whose style is more

is not a act this is more actual fact
Nuttin' but experience upon track
the true sound, not lyin' out the crown
When we not workin' we hardly be

Yeah, see the light, right now we fight
You not a real you just a fake type
That get on the mic then, throw your
Half the East Coast soundin' just Rae

If you a Gambino, give to the flow
If you not a part of this kid act like you
the studio, Cappachino the great
Fly cherry head like planes out of state

I ain't friends you, only my CD hit you
If you want some stop frontin' is the issue
It's my turn, live could pass
Two-face-ted rappers push they shit

Straight off the edge, the rubbish
my new style fuck Cristal and Moet
I drink Evian water my thoughts get published

What you gonna do when you up
And have to face

ghetto boy, playin' in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do you grow up
What you do when you grow up
And to face responsibility?

Little ghetto boy, playin' in the streets
you gonna do when you grow up
And have to responsibility?

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