Tonalité : A minor
Verse 1
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Pay the man out here.
Come on, pay him out.
All right, now you've seen the dice,
now let me see your money.
Come on, here.
Yeah, look like rent money!
ha ha ha!
That's gotta be your mother's
rent money before we're through.
Niggas on the corner drinkin'
four in this kiddin' fool
Snuckin' up some weed while
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I'm turnin' up a bull
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People rollin' by lookin'
at a nigga strange
Turnin' up they noses cause they
know we in the game
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Talkin' bout the times when
a nigga used to roll
Sportin' jewelry tight with your
clothes hella cold
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Pimpin' was an art that
a n***a used to love
Sportin' was if hoes n***a
flexin' damn hoods
N****s rollin' teeth, float to a car
Drop top in so they thinkin'
we some stars
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And I was 93, my paper still long
I got a brand new house,
I got a brand new song
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Hoes still jockin',
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the same as back then
And n****s now talkin',
claimin' they your friend
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Brothers still kickin',
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hangin' in the fifth, nothin' new
Under the muthafuckin' sun, fool,
it's just the same ol' shit
It's just the same ol' shit
It's just the same ol' shit
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It's just the same ol' shit
1988, a nigga's bornin' to the filth I gots to get my own,
that's why I'm makin' hella licks
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Am
I'm sellin' out the same
dope house as my homies
The first and fifteenth,
the dope things are all up on me
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Fifty packs,
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we movin', kickin' word of mouth
Twenty off a bill,
so you hopin' you sell out
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And when the last rock leaves
out the fuckin' dope
The first thing you hear is,
the fuck, they hittin' folk
Cause if you're so locked,
your bank is lookin' kinda nice
So now you wanna try your
fuckin' luck on them dice
And shit ain't changed from my
brothers in the game
My
Longstreet boys,
they gon' forever be the same
And I'm gon' hang even
though I got a bank
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And send commissary
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to my niggas in the tank
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And give my props to my
boys who deceased
And still go to church to
make my bankroll increase
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007, born into the 90s
Steady kickin' ass so you
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hoes can't find me
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Cause I be in the hood with my
homies and I'm chillin'
Bringin' down my nose with some
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hoes and my niggas
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Cruisin' in the
Benz, lettin' down the top
Wavin' at my friends
right in front of
Dewey's shop
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Money in the circle, better yet the fifth
It's 007 on the wacky -ass track,
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it's just the same old shit
This song is dedicated to all them
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niggas out there on the counter
I don't lie, I'm straight
It's just the same old shit
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It's just the same old shit
Peace, I'm out of here
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