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to "hell yeah, why not"
Seventeen, morning person by default because of rules
But they never should've told me, "Choose your own time for school"
Went from

ways
Now I'm cooking up, you touch me get a third degree
Bitch I'm hot but I be cold, where the love would be
I be on this lonely road, it's a bumpy

Paid off credit cards they start building up
And my college degree never did none
Paid all my dues, and I still can't get none
I've been depressed, so

Never take drugs take it from myself
Always take care move like a snake
Easy come easy go
Hard to get it dough
The life of a hustler it’s a life

understand (What?)
Are we really boutta do this shit again? (No)
All these bills I got to get more rubber bands (Cash)
Rari, blow you by I got the upper hand

of suit's show
For the dough bro
And some white folk playing polo
Economy up and down, yo yo
Still make the peak
Couple of cash gigs stretch like elastic

Now lemme break down my life diary
Multi cultural family with a racist white daddy
How dat happen
I was brought up by some real G's
They weren't crips

College degree meeting you, I can travel the nation
The keys to life discipline avoid the matrix
I planned out life no plan b track
Only a 2 disc set push

My mom is being treated bad by the color of her skin
When will we ever win?
My mom is being treated bad by her fucking origin
Get your chin up fuck

Ready, get set, now, we go again
OG in the house, blazing 'round the bend
When I say "OG", I mean the 'old guy'
Can hardly spit a verse without

Niggas Like Me

Steady Mobb'n

Black Mafia

1998

featuring Mystikal  Silkk The Shocker 



Get the extra clips 

There we go 

(gangsta shit  gangsta shit  niggas like me into gangsta shit)

to fast to count the seconds 

1, 2, 3, 4... aye 

Gotta get this fuckin bread  
Gotta get these fuckin dough  

They know it's your boy Hammad 

He always

hadda get up
I see my den you kno dat it’s up
I treat dat beef like good eats and I crush
Know what it is u get hit it’s off bucks
Get Your issue bitch I

rake up that dough
If yeen got it pop dat pussy til ya ankles get sore
Then it's back to da block
Got a bitch wit a mop
And she ready to clean up
I been

(John Pete) Ion give af!
(Boogiefrm215)
Yea
Aye free spass (free gang)
Niggas know how im coming man
This that 215 shit bitch (dough boy shit)
Niggas

I fuck with making dough though (Yeah)
But it's gotta be quick like the flash on a photo
I do this shit solo like Han, I'm gone and you can't take me

jaw that's how I write to this groove
Don't need an english degree to tell you this ain't hyperbole 
Cause Ima slit your throat with a machete 
Call me

One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot

(Chorus) x2
[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)
All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon)
Grap your

like Cobain
Anxiety taking my life
Holding me back from divine light
I gotta make sure the times right
Before I pop out, don't want to get knocked out
By

hear my sound everybody wanna get up
I got a masters degree and a couple of keys every body tryna hit up
I'm finna blow like the breeze
I can put hope in

kick it man I'm tryna get my dough up
I don't slow up
You hating cause I'm badder bout to throw up
Looking good on the outside my insides was tore up

was against me, murder in the second degree
Made it less cuz I gave 'em a plea
That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past
When all niggaz

Sweet jones fresh swipe ya glo velez
Swoop by da 2s cuz deez hos possessive
If she wit Dru dat jawbone been tested
Find her wit dude there was dough

but desperate times doing anything gotta pocket green
Get it by any means
Working hard just apart of me but
Maybe I'm stupid, Got a degree, don't know