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    [CHORUS:]
    Damnit I'm proud to buy my own bag of weed
    Found me a hood that'll help plant my seed
    I got bail money they fuck with me
    (Cause in my hood err nigga gotta eat) [x5]

    [VERSE 1:]
    I know where I come from
    Niggas gotta grow
    Penny bitchin for paper till you poppin big bucks
    Give it a blow they cock it ain't no telling with them thugs
    Dealers straight out da projects only felon that'll bust
    Some shit you don't discuss
    Snitches they get them stubs
    Damnit I'm proud to buy my own bag to fill my dutch
    Planted my own seed now a month without bud
    Granted I got the fee and we don't pump the same blood
    You need that new Mercades
    Home of that color gravy
    How the hell you gonna pay me
    I made a deal to 380
    Tell me I'm acting shady
    I try to ignore the lazy
    Set my brains on the deli
    If mine arrest me I'm ready

    [CHORUS]

    [VERSE 2:]
    Chow I had that dinner platter meals on deck
    Cash coming that currency to earn that respect
    Money machines measuring making sure you collect
    Rolling that dice game you better be stomping best
    Keep it moving like chess
    Look for ya new address
    Proof of ghetto for sex
    That make the culprits go wreck
    Hope the fay of the fruits of ya label mama impress
    Don't know whoever knew you could point at you through the stress
    That drama on the block
    All them run-ins with cops
    Couldn't afford shoes was happy 2 pair of socks
    Steady paying ya dues that landed you in the box
    Other niggas confused you asked them to borrow crop.

    [CHORUS]

    [VERSE 3:]
    Crying erryday big breaks on they grain
    Preparly marinate a million strong keep the change
    Challange that generate we gotta tone it with a crain
    Hustlas for that bank be aware that we untaimed
    Duckets we deranged
    Muscle the day I change
    Melica off in that hood come get you that's point blank
    Hit you it's all good
    Hit dis before a game
    Women tell us hes never survivin that chedar lane
    You see we want it all
    Yea we breakin the law
    Buy it Sell it Cook it that's a merry thang if it's raw
    Anyway you put it tell the folks we breakin the law
    Sing it so I took it and if you tell a nigga that's all

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