Paid My Dues

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Now its a possibility, that I can come from nothing to having it all

Now its a possibility, that I ain't gonna have it all and fall

But I stand tall

I've been down for so long, you really want a chance so

I done paid my dues, my dues, my dues

I got to go, up to the top

Wassup Loc, shit I'm just out here tryna make it

Moms keep trippin' and a nigga can't take it

Sick of standing on these same corners, tryna come up

Finna run up in the bank, hold my mother fuckin' gun up

Life, got a nigga so frustrated

All my real niggas is dead or incarcerated

Finna fill a nigga with lead

Show em what they made me

Give em what they gave me back

Feel my hatred

Click clack pop, was addicted to the six shot

Fiennin' for a fix like a smoker on the Vic block

Hoppin' out, getting high when the shit pop

Leaving bullet holes in the bricks in front of Big Lots

When I was broke, I hustled

Learned the game and I bubbled

Took my birthday money on Brynhurst and made it double

Snitches on the block always call the cops on us

Knowing damn well we got rocks on us, holla at us

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Life's like a dice game

Shake em' up, throw em'

There's rules to this shit, niggas fake they don't know em'

Number 1, scared money don't make none

And number 2, bullshit we don't take none

Never tell a bitch your plans or bring her to the house

Don't speak about a man, keep his name out your mouth

See that'll be the shit that'll get a nigga knocked off

Not the pussy, but the principal, cause jealousy is a felony

Now when you grinding, nigga dress bummy, fuck clothes

Ask yourself, are you in it for the money or the hoes

You content with a cutlass or you reaching for a rolls?

You straight up on them stocks says you fucking with them foes

I seen them quarters turn to halves, and halves to wholes

And now we hit the mall, we buy half the store

I had a Bentley coupe dream with a S up on the hood

Nigga ain't about to hustle, he get left up in the hood

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Me and my brother we was broke as a bitch on some hopeless shit

Christmas day, we helped the homie open his gifts

But I ain't trip though, cause I'm from where they flip dough

And when they ask where you from you tell them Six Oh

Lets get rich bro, its time to get some big dough

Sunday nights on the 'shaw niggas rich roll

I used to only want to hit a switch and flip hoes

Now I'm thinking bigger man, its time to get home

On the East Side I used to buy stress and flip zones

108 late night, I pray I get home

Alotta niggas die young they never got to get old

Like Too Tall, Tiny Squeeze, Taca and S Dome

Don't know if you hear me, lord these niggas tryna kill me

So if I chip em' would you feel me

Now if you feel me, lord these niggas tryna kill me

If I was your child would I still be

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