[Verse 1]
You can't tell me shit
About no motherfuckking blow
Or about no dope, that shit old
As a younging, I flipped
So many motherfucking G's, residue on my scale and my sleve
Mama said son, go to school, get a traid
I was busy with a white plate and raiser blade
Listening to Blade, while I'm bagging up yay
Fiends said I had some strong shit, that made a n***a day
When I fuck with raw, man, everything tripple
Counting my stacks, rubberbands by the pistol
[?] 'bout to step on this dope
Stretch it out like a roap, am I taking shorts? Nope
Money came faster, pockets got fatter
Clothes got better, bitches got badder
N***as got madder, so guns got bigger
I figure, not bad for a neighborhood n***a
I'm just

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[Verse 2]
From a Levi n***a, to a Prada seller
From 1800, to Champagne
Blow changed my life
I no longer sell cocaine
Started getting more cash, copping more grams
Bitches pointing at [?] when I roll passed
I used to have rainey days
Now all I see is chains and bad bitches in my forcast
Young n***a living at the western
The city had to know who is these young n***as flexing
Oldheads puzzled, young n***as struggle
To keep up with us, 'cause they couldn't top a n***a hustle
I done did shit I regret, I can't ly
Like serving my own kin, just to get by
Certified hustler, you wanna know why?
'Cause I took my hard times, and told the shit in rhymes

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Packing with that mac spoon
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Packing with that mac spoon
Packing with that mac spoon
Packing with that mac spoon
Packing with that mac spoon