I'ma take you back to where this shit started at, check it.
Follow me right now...
Ok, Hilfiger, white soulja rees
With Guess jeans, nice crease
Corner store I'm talking Ike's
East Broad to Price Street
OGs all strapped
Dope boy 8 ball packs
Box Chevys & Cadillacs
Cop units back 2 back
Ball caps, Gold grills,
Grandma house eating whole meals
Candy lady, ice cups but we call em thrills
Cockroaches, hard to kill.
Fly by ya shit get real
Mom work, pops hustle
Slap box, arm wrestle
Smooth brother, no butter
Geechee gulla, motherf*cker
No shirt, jumping off that porch
I thought I was ready for it
Hunnid dollar bill from a street nigga for honor roll.
Staying down, moving round
Thats how you run it up.
That be in a bucket bruh.
Young pote nigga, straight sponge
Soak up all the game, eyes & ears open, mouth closed, gotta feed the brain.
Raised by a village
Straight off the muscle
Son of a queen
Son of a hustla
Born by the river like I'm Sam Cooke
Knew a change would come,
I just had to look.
Hit the road to get a couple wins
Bring the trophies back, where it all begins
Lighters up for the dearly departed
A long time coming
It all started on Hartridge
You see me momma, your son great
I just need the prayers, no apologies
Ya son straight.
To be exact, I'm in tact, I get racks,
I give back, try to impact, what we lack,
And that's facts.
Big dreams, I knew it had to be
Some mo' for us, never been content,
With the shit they always sold to us.
I'm in the kitchen catch me cooking up a legacy
Started from a shotgun house, part of the recipe, yea.
Raised by a village
Straight off the muscle
Son of a queen
Son of a hustla
Born by the river like I'm Sam Cooke
Knew a change would come,
I just had to look.
Hit the road to get a couple wins
Bring the trophies back, where it all begins
Lighters up for the dearly departed
A long time coming
It all started on Hartridge
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I'ma take you back to where this shit started at, check it.
Follow me right now...
Ok, Hilfiger, white soulja rees
With Guess jeans, nice crease
Corner store I'm talking Ike's
East Broad to Price Street
OGs all strapped
Dope boy 8 ball packs
Box Chevys & Cadillacs
Cop units back 2 back
Ball caps, Gold grills,
Grandma house eating whole meals
Candy lady, ice cups but we call em thrills
Cockroaches, hard to kill.
Fly by ya shit get real
Mom work, pops hustle
Slap box, arm wrestle
Smooth brother, no butter
Geechee gulla, motherf*cker
No shirt, jumping off that porch
I thought I was ready for it
Hunnid dollar bill from a street nigga for honor roll.
Staying down, moving round
Thats how you run it up.
That be in a bucket bruh.
Young pote nigga, straight sponge
Soak up all the game, eyes & ears open, mouth closed, gotta feed the brain.
Raised by a village
Straight off the muscle
Son of a queen
Son of a hustla
Born by the river like I'm Sam Cooke
Knew a change would come,
I just had to look.
Hit the road to get a couple wins
Bring the trophies back, where it all begins
Lighters up for the dearly departed
A long time coming
It all started on Hartridge
You see me momma, your son great
I just need the prayers, no apologies
Ya son straight.
To be exact, I'm in tact, I get racks,
I give back, try to impact, what we lack,
And that's facts.
Big dreams, I knew it had to be
Some mo' for us, never been content,
With the shit they always sold to us.
I'm in the kitchen catch me cooking up a legacy
Started from a shotgun house, part of the recipe, yea.
Raised by a village
Straight off the muscle
Son of a queen
Son of a hustla
Born by the river like I'm Sam Cooke
Knew a change would come,
I just had to look.
Hit the road to get a couple wins
Bring the trophies back, where it all begins
Lighters up for the dearly departed
A long time coming
It all started on Hartridge
Follow me right now...
Ok, Hilfiger, white soulja rees
With Guess jeans, nice crease
Corner store I'm talking Ike's
East Broad to Price Street
OGs all strapped
Dope boy 8 ball packs
Box Chevys & Cadillacs
Cop units back 2 back
Ball caps, Gold grills,
Grandma house eating whole meals
Candy lady, ice cups but we call em thrills
Cockroaches, hard to kill.
Fly by ya shit get real
Mom work, pops hustle
Slap box, arm wrestle
Smooth brother, no butter
Geechee gulla, motherf*cker
No shirt, jumping off that porch
I thought I was ready for it
Hunnid dollar bill from a street nigga for honor roll.
Staying down, moving round
Thats how you run it up.
That be in a bucket bruh.
Young pote nigga, straight sponge
Soak up all the game, eyes & ears open, mouth closed, gotta feed the brain.
Raised by a village
Straight off the muscle
Son of a queen
Son of a hustla
Born by the river like I'm Sam Cooke
Knew a change would come,
I just had to look.
Hit the road to get a couple wins
Bring the trophies back, where it all begins
Lighters up for the dearly departed
A long time coming
It all started on Hartridge
You see me momma, your son great
I just need the prayers, no apologies
Ya son straight.
To be exact, I'm in tact, I get racks,
I give back, try to impact, what we lack,
And that's facts.
Big dreams, I knew it had to be
Some mo' for us, never been content,
With the shit they always sold to us.
I'm in the kitchen catch me cooking up a legacy
Started from a shotgun house, part of the recipe, yea.
Raised by a village
Straight off the muscle
Son of a queen
Son of a hustla
Born by the river like I'm Sam Cooke
Knew a change would come,
I just had to look.
Hit the road to get a couple wins
Bring the trophies back, where it all begins
Lighters up for the dearly departed
A long time coming
It all started on Hartridge