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I'm hood sprung, street starve Money hungry, I ain't giving up Till I get mine, I got Glock 9 And if you come down to it Imma take mine I've never been soft, I always go hard I went to street school, that's why I'm street smart Never been a lame, than a grown mane Fourteen, fifteen I been selling 'caine Camber in the chamber, in case nigga try me Never was a hot, you just need to know where to find me While here on the block, goons on deck Real talk bruh, I will daft them my respect Nigga with an attitude, ready to wanna who Ever got the nuts, to get their fucking issue fool It's money in the hood, I ain't going no work Cause a hood sprung nigga Hustle here, hustle there Yessir! I been out here out these streets, taking what's mine No matter what I have to do, bro I gotta shine Bro I gotta eat, fuck being broke I can't be what these niggas are out here, just wanna smoke I got a folks, I got a thief Nigga feel my pain, I will get six .38 for this nigga to your brain Cause fool where I'm from, niggas straight starving Praying for the bless, and they hope it will come tomorow Nigga ain't got a dollar, plan to start robbing Convicted felons so we can't get no jobs in Mane somebody gots shake for somebody get chill
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Rubba Band Business: Part 1
