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Ayo, roaches on my cereal boxes, in Gary living poor
Same meal Saturday morning, we watchin' Diff'rent Strokes
Diego shakin' up with me, Ced and them niggas flippin folks
I was sellin' dope when Kanye was workin' at River Oaks (Yeah, yeah)
I did it with no radio
Had a million dollars before I ever met Ebro (Yeah) 'Cause up until this point my activities was illegal (Yeah)
I never made a chart, I ain't let it fuck with my ego (Fuck a ego)
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Menace to society
Born and raised to be a G
I grabs the 'phone go on and on
2 or 3 songs I won't postpone
Cause these lyrics comin' from the very top of my dome
So many ways it pays, If you can flip the script
By movin ya tongue, you take a dose and listen close, promise that you'll be sprung
Jacker's and hustler's, player's and mack's
Foreign doors and Cadillacs
Serve codeine that makes you lean and killer sweets rolled out the sack
All these thangs remain tha same because I'm so able to win
All around just bow down
Because Lil Keke pimps tha pen
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all my dogs got it filled up, its still crunk ayyyy
