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Dope on the scale, man you never it
Hundred juug, no you never hit it
You never been on the to riches
This the story I so you pay attention
turkey, yeah we had to eat it
So I take that pot and fucking it
You been on the road to riches
your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it
Trap money, me and my dogs it
bitch, me and my dogs hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley then in it
When we dropped Versace, then did it
They that we came from the Northside
Then in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we came in plenty juice
Young nigga just first day of school

Remember the days with the rockets
the bando to a fucking hot pocket
It's a million in the corner pocket
I just share the like I'm John Stockton
African diamonds, Olajuwon, Houston
My niggas they got the nose on they guns, go about it
Ain't no need to about it
trucks, it don't weigh enough
Had to out the plug, he was switching up
You mad cause your label do fucks
QC the got mega bucks
Gas off in the of the Sprinter bus
Say that you trapping, really you got touchin'
This is the life of the Hefty
You know them ounces don't weigh enough

Dope on the scale, man you never it
Hundred band juug, no you hit it
You been on the road to riches
This the I tell so you pay attention
turkey, yeah we had to eat it
So I that pot and fucking beat it
You never been on the to riches
Take your pen and your pad cause you need it
Trap money, me and my spend it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the head on the Bentley then in it
When we dropped Versace, then did it
They that we came from the Northside
Then in the city, got mob ties
They that we came in with plenty juice
Young nigga just dabbin' first day of

I came a way from dropping a visit
Finessing the plug for his
Wake up in the morning, I go grab the
Walk in the and whip me a chicken
Her wrist is a Masi, my neck is a
Blue Benjamins can pay your tuition
Lupe said that Activis been
Double cup, a nigga be sipping
Got a out in Mississippi
Wrap it up, it to Finley
I trap out the bando, don't trap out the trap
And whatever you with, we it
Came a long way from that
Money than a midget
I keep the Mac a midget
we made us a milli, we did it
Fuck the negativity, the critics

Dope on the scale, man you seen it
Hundred juug, no you never hit it
You never been on the road to
This the story I so you pay attention
turkey, yeah we had to eat it
So I take that pot and fucking it
You been on the road to riches
Take your pen and your pad you gonna need it
money, me and my dogs spend it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the on the Bentley then fall in it
When we dropped Versace, y'all did it
They that we came from the Northside
Then in the city, got mob ties
hate that we came in with plenty juice
Young nigga just dabbin' day of school

They hate that that money coming in
And I be too fresh, I call it double
I was on the block, you was on
stepping, and my diamonds they compliments
QC my label, and my establishment
Supercharge my Bentley, I call it Clark
Me and my niggas spread the butter,
Puffin' the martian, got Raris, I cut off the
Now it
You can catch a in your carcass
100 band juug, and you a part
I took the plug off and we had a
You a story bout me, I'm the author
These bitches be choosing, they digging my
Whipping babies, I'm not talking toddlers
Similac on baby ballers
Little get stuck they call me stepfather

on the scale, man you never seen it
Hundred juug, no you never hit it
You been on the road to riches
This the story I so you pay attention
Cold turkey, we had to eat it
So I take pot and fucking beat it
You never been on the road to
Take your pen and your pad cause you need it
money, me and my dogs spend it
Your bitch, me and my hit it
Drop the on the Bentley then fall in it
When we dropped Versace, then did it
They hate we came from the Northside
lived in the city, got mob ties
They hate that we came in with juice
Young nigga just dabbin' first day of