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[00:01.86]We gonna break this down and roll a blunt
[00:13.42]YEAH
[00:24.35]Since the seventh grade I was told I would never excel
[00:27.33]Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail
[00:30.12]Destined to fail
[00:31.44]But I done came to far to turn back
[00:33.20]Just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks
[00:35.90]I learned to add and subtract
[00:37.62]And I never went back
[00:38.92]To that lil' school I had been sent to
[00:40.33]Find some shit I could get in to
[00:42.19]Been through more by the time I was eighteen
[00:43.48]Then most people go through before they thirty
[00:45.67]I'm from the motherfucking dirty (dirtyyy)
[00:47.95]Trouble-maker, hard-headed motherfucker
[00:50.00]In one ear and out the other
[00:53.13]I got a brother named bubba
[00:54.44]Different daddy same mother
[00:56.06]Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad motherfucker
[00:57.69]My told me son it's time to settle down
[01:00.28]Momma your baby's a player and I get around
[01:04.21]I be up all night gone on that Hennessey and weed
[01:06.79]The only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed
[01:11.16]If I had a dollar for all of y'all
[01:12.44]That wanna see me in my grave
[01:15.39]I could just pack up and move away
[01:18.80]And spend the rest of my days getting paid
[01:21.63]If I had a dime for every time
[01:24.30]Somebody tried to insult my game
[01:27.16]I'd be in the islands doing fine
[01:29.89]Counting money sipping some champaign
[01:33.27]Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my tension
[01:35.89]I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile detention
[01:38.94]I grew up making bargains to get back on the streets
[01:41.40]I concentrated on paper just to get back on my feet
[01:44.21]I'm money minded, saw my people progress
[01:47.19]Paranoid, I'm underneath a bullet proof vest
[01:50.21]Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains knowing death is certain
[01:53.32]I know them killers is lurking
[01:55.30]Ha, Ha, Smirking when I ride by they broke ass
[01:57.63]I aint stunting 'em, cause they aint making no cash
[01:59.75]I'm gonna let them royalty checks accumulate
[02:04.60]We so good with it there's nothing you can do but hate
[02:07.92]Whooo
[02:30.22]I gotta be thinking I'm get my ass killed
[02:32.45]Filled with strap kneel
[02:33.92]Cause over the passed years it's bad here in Nashville
[02:36.37]This one's for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field
[02:39.20]Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's real
[02:42.99]Dropped a CD at every jackhead club
[02:47.95]Out to get me thinking I'm a million dollar motherfucker
[02:48.88]But at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
[02:50.39]Visions of Benz's be bought and money being burned
[02:52.35]I might not hit the billboard but I'm keeping it crunk
[02:55.94]And I get much love in Beechwood and lil Will's trunk
[02:58.34]you know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see that
[03:01.04]I get big love where I be at, Bitch believe that
[03:03.64]So many setbacks I got to try to overcome
[03:06.88]I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb
[03:10.34]I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh
[03:13.41]While that AK 47 shell cut me in half
[03:17.97]Yeah, then you woke up you hater
[03:18.52]Why don't you do something with your life
[03:20.72]Get money boy, get up off yo ass
[03:22.54]Stop hating on me and mine and get ya own
[03:26.26]That's what the hell you need to do
[03:26.87]Bring the back boy
[03:28.39]If I had a dollar for all of y'all
[03:30.78]That wanna see me in my grave
[03:33.72]I could just pack up and move away
[03:36.22]And spend the rest of my days getting paid
[03:38.88]If I had a dime for everytime
[03:41.58]One of y'all tried to insult my game
[03:44.20]I would just...
[03:45.90](Haystak)
[03:46.76]First thing you know, Stak'll be a millionaire
[03:47.53]What couldn't I do if I had that
[03:48.26](ha, ha, ha, ha ha)
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