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Stu Murph beats what da flows on
Street nigga get dem O's gone
Everybody struggle gotta hold on
Shorty got class , for some cash, keep her clothes on

Cash money shit get ya roll on
Manni Fresh shit get ya roll on
Cash money shit get ya roll on
Manni Fresh shit get ya roll on

Copeland 1804 was my address
Back when everything was all good we never had stress
An shit to be honest wit cha we had less
But still would ride or die nigga to da last breath/ you better

I couldn't make move had Ms Mummy lookin
Stomach growling makin sounds that a tummy shouldn't
Naptown nigga man grew up on country cooking
Wasn't never taught how to love but to lust a woman

Born dat same year dat crack arrived
Didn't understand most da parents chasing after highs
Poverty dem lows dey was maximize
Ya folks got you sitting in a church to hear the pastor lie

You learn tricks of the trade so ya ass survive
No life insurance, gonfunds for ya casket size
Left da streets heat i gotta keep you acting asinine
I rather stay up out da way, dats a mastermind

Stu Murph beats what da flows on
Street nigga get dem O's gone
Everybody struggle gotta hold on
Shorty got class , for some cash, keep her clothes on

Cash money shit get ya roll on
Manni Fresh shit get ya roll on
Cash money shit get ya roll on
Manni Fresh shit get ya roll on

814 Maces Ln was my claim to fame
1725 57th changed the game
Gave me forever burning hustle so I came to flame
You can try to duplicate but replicas just ain't the same

I know pain and shame fluently, they move in a congruency
Rooted in youngbulz through truancy
I grew accustomed to it, could never let it influence me
I was more in tune w/ cash, chix and the newest V's

Yea I matured but my interests remain
Cuz far as cash I got businesses w/ interest retained
Gotta personal private dancer no tip in exchange
Totaled the Honda, gotta Beaner still switchin' my lanes

I was not given a thing but scraped to a whole jawn
Tripled the re-up, now I'm three up and the load gone
So talk cash money shit or getcha roll on
They be like "man he fresh" shit I get my roll on
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Stu Murph beats what da flows on
Street nigga get dem O's gone
Everybody struggle gotta hold on
Shorty got class , for some cash, keep her clothes on

Cash money shit get ya roll on
Manni Fresh shit get ya roll on
Cash money shit get ya roll on
Manni Fresh shit get ya roll on

Copeland 1804 was my address
Back when everything was all good we never had stress
An shit to be honest wit cha we had less
But still would ride or die nigga to da last breath/ you better

I couldn't make move had Ms Mummy lookin
Stomach growling makin sounds that a tummy shouldn't
Naptown nigga man grew up on country cooking
Wasn't never taught how to love but to lust a woman

Born dat same year dat crack arrived
Didn't understand most da parents chasing after highs
Poverty dem lows dey was maximize
Ya folks got you sitting in a church to hear the pastor lie

You learn tricks of the trade so ya ass survive
No life insurance, gonfunds for ya casket size
Left da streets heat i gotta keep you acting asinine
I rather stay up out da way, dats a mastermind

Stu Murph beats what da flows on
Street nigga get dem O's gone
Everybody struggle gotta hold on
Shorty got class , for some cash, keep her clothes on

Cash money shit get ya roll on
Manni Fresh shit get ya roll on
Cash money shit get ya roll on
Manni Fresh shit get ya roll on

814 Maces Ln was my claim to fame
1725 57th changed the game
Gave me forever burning hustle so I came to flame
You can try to duplicate but replicas just ain't the same

I know pain and shame fluently, they move in a congruency
Rooted in youngbulz through truancy
I grew accustomed to it, could never let it influence me
I was more in tune w/ cash, chix and the newest V's

Yea I matured but my interests remain
Cuz far as cash I got businesses w/ interest retained
Gotta personal private dancer no tip in exchange
Totaled the Honda, gotta Beaner still switchin' my lanes

I was not given a thing but scraped to a whole jawn
Tripled the re-up, now I'm three up and the load gone
So talk cash money shit or getcha roll on
They be like "man he fresh" shit I get my roll on
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Writer: Adam Commodore, Terrance Keene Jr
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