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look in my face
And I got enough to give, sell that shit by the case
Hey, I even influenced the lives of the fake
Had them feeling real good, like

as a youngster ?]

Verse One:
Ruthless, my style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin, I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans, brothers

You ain't seen hungry
Like I seen hungry
Seen niggas in the hood
With the swollen tummy
Got niggas really out here
While you out here frontin'
Ready

54 freaky bitches in different area codes
Big booty bad bitches that just love to go low
I spend 2 hours with her after that she had to go
She built

her ass
Pouring more drink in my champagne glass
Look like a model but ain't got no class
That's how it goes growing up in the hood
All of these females

can't move the same as islands in attrition 
Dog my mind is just too different 
We was split by different women slipping tyrants on they tongue 
Black

Skinny lil' jit
Cheeks chubby
Wrists frail
Only role models on the block
Turned up dead or in jail
Sound familiar?
If it don't, then it will

He couldn't

fade them my loui goggles (Loui goggles)
Somewhere chilling in the back with a couple goofy models
Shining like a nigga who done hit the lotto
Getting

hood on the map
Countdown it goes low down
Tinted windows on a hoodoo
Bitches go live open up thighs
No pillow talk that's what hoes do
Rollin by

the lake
The bag in, it's fishscale
You can tell by the flake
Thе National a hundred racks
You can eat off the paint
I just want what's minе, after that
I'm

as a youngster ?]

Verse One:
Ruthless, my style as a juvenile
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile
Bankin, I specialized in gankin
whites, Mexicans, brothers

to do
She would do what you say
Always keep it G
She wanna freak me in the Benz
I love hood rat things
With my lovers & my friends
I’m about to unleash

a Crusada and I'm a playa
See me in the streets you better say yo' praya
Grown up in the hood where I was raised
Mama had nothin' but a two-dollar traila

Adderall's coming by the truckload
Everywhere I go, you know I'm in Rob mode
Always gettin' money, I'm chasing a bankroll
Cascade, SWATS, we was ridin' with

of getting her out the hood
And all because of her, I don't do yawl like I should
I was raised in them streets, but turned out blessed
No product of my

But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I

heart
Said I work well with the kids in the hood
Great role model, they can only see me doing good
So anything that happened on that night was

a gleam up in my eye
That ain't comin' from the Visine
I don't need a pack 
To sustain me in a wolf's rain,
I don't need to act
Like I came up in the hood

Down in the streets of Germany I
Cycle round and lookout for a fresh prize
To bring back to Hollandia
My palms sweating I need to get it
The paper

Put ya sets in the air, scream f**k the cops
We gon' rep for the hood mayne, like it or not

[Verse 21: Young Dro]
My feed mashable, murders are

to the rim with black model-c chicks
They all talk slick so I talk slick back
Packed blue skies that hurl hair back
My radio is high drive right by
Aint no big

Eezy
Man, you know you got you a hit

I'm seeing hella chicks in the love chamber
Fighting sounds on overload
Saying, "Caution, Danger"
Baby girl

on models on models
Turning up I'm in the club with my niggas got bottles on bottles
They know they don't gotta ask they know if they need it I got em
But

how to club
Detroit know how to club
Roll up
in the club
With the models
live your life pro we gon need our bottles
right now
we gon make a toast