Hair trigger, big still, quick heel, wig peeled
Rapping about the struggle so vivid you know the shit's real
Empty fridge wasn't even 20 [?] simply kids
Not a penny to pitch, fuck it we pitchin Henny lids
To make the pockets bulge, can't divulge shit we did
Risky biz, type of shit that'll get me 50 bids
Coming of age, it wasn't a lick I wasn't down to hit
I think I knew some Nigerians who used to counterfeit
Funny money, I think I had like 30 pounds of it
But this is only rap so tell the detectives downtown to quit
Gotta watch how I speak to the beat
Cuz I'm on the streets as we speak and I won't sleep til we eat
G code of silence, all the secrets we keep
Could make a movie about it but nah, we gon' keep it discrete
But I can rap about going from Virgin to Death Row
To Em recognizing one of the best flows on the West Coast
And even though I'm blessed, the vest still on my chest close
You got the life of this black star backwards like I was Def Mos
We really out here, nah, we really out chyeah
I'm in the zone nigga, I got a long way to go but I'd be lying if I said we wasn't on nigga
We on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga
We on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga
We on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga
We on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga
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