It was all a dream I used to write raps in my notebook
A baby G tryin' to walk like Eazy-E
2pac was the shit to me
In my front room tryin to sing Jodeci
My cousin Trell thought he was Ice-T
Minutes came out I thought I was k and b
And the realist n***a came to me
Lost daddy and it really made a man of me
Dropped school when I dropped out cause my momma need help
Fuck that so I'm out teenager with a baby
Then I had 2
Stayin with my grams at 1132
Walked in the streets were most n***as don't make it
In and outta jail man n***as can't shake it
So many people did me wrong
That's why I had to write this song

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They said I'd never make it to the top
Cause I come from the bottom
I'm from the hood were they make it baby
They said I never make it to the top
Cause I come from the bottom
I'm on fire and I'm paper chasin'

One shot for the Hot Boys
Them n***as make me wanna get a nine boy
Never thought I have cars like I got cars
Never thought I have broads like I got broads
Same girls wouldn't holler at a broke n***a
On my dick like flies on shit so I treat her like a ho n***a
Lost some n***as in the struggle
The night I lost I, I lost my brother
Gotta get paid what I told my mother
Show off your Rolex because your son is a young hustler
Everybody mad while we laying across the street
Say we got rich off sellin' that D
Say the hood good if it good when ya get big money
Now the hood wanna do ya in
They say I be in the pen but that's a lie
Fuck my name up time after time Boosie badazz
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I'm from the hood were they don't make it
Everything they shoot ain't got no safe
Everything hood ain't got no patience
So, they do time for a stupid ass crime
Turf taught me grind n***a shine late
Years past by and I got that paper
Said I wouldn't make it they laughed at a n***a
Now I'm on t.v. a ol' badass n***a
Came from the trap across the tracks where its thugs
Now I got a house 3 stories like a club
People still talkin' bout me but its all gravy
So many people love me somebody gotta hate me
I went from runnin' from the jump out boys to being followed round town by the binocular boys
Remember when I used to sit in front the game room
Calvin Ricks was the shit on my avenue

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