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I was raised with the wolves
Came up with gorillas
No time for the bull
I hang with the killers
If we keeping it real
I came out the realest
If they want the real
Then they gotta feel this
Now they gotta fuck with me
Got 'em in love with me
I got my own company
A nigga don't work for free
I'm living in luxury
My nigga like blood to me
So he gotta come up with me
And I only play for keeps

I hit a come up, then brought up my hood
My bitch look bad, I must be doing good
I went and did everything that I could
Just to teach all my niggas to be what they should
I had to make it, I knew that I would
I got her naked, she hop on the wood
'Member them nights I was grindin' all night
Man, I came from the bottom, I feel like I'm Suge
Shit going up, shit moving in
If she fuck with me, she won't fuck you again
Shipping 'em out, shipping 'em in
Got me a Bentley, I'm done with the Benz
In the pent, house with your bitch
If she ain't make it home, take a guess
Spend a hundred thousand, that ain't shit
Couple a hundred thousand on my neck

Niggas ain't lit like this
Niggas don't live like this
Wake up in the morning, yawning, can't believe a nigga really got this rich
Niggas ain't lit like this
I should probably wife my bitch
But a nigga got too many hoes, got too much dough, what a life this is

I was raised with the wolves
Came up with gorillas
No time for the bull (Ain't got no time)
I hang with the killers (Gang, gang)
If we keeping it real (Keeping it, keeping it)
I came out the realest (Came out the real)
If they want the real (Keeping it, keeping it)
Then they gotta feel this (They gotta feel it)
Now they gotta fuck with me

Got 'em in love with me
I got my own company
A nigga don't work for free
I'm living in luxury
My nigga like blood to me
So he gotta come up with me
And I only play for keeps

The boy had to leave to be a man
Left my old girl in the city
Hope one day she understand
That I can't hold her hand and make a milli'
Man, I made it out the blender
Trap all night, man, I remember
I just need me one lick and shit, I'll be rich forever
Now it's drop-top cars, we really rock stars
I'm the one that pull the strings and ain't got no guitars

Really knew I had to make it far
Really knew I had to play the part
Really knew I had to play it smart
And really, all it took was heart
Now, I'm 'bout my bread, I don't care 'bout no bitch
Fuck all you niggas and fuck who you with
Robbed a McDonald's and bought me a brick
Flooded the block and I flooded my wrist
Give her a treat and she doing a trick
You won't believe what she do on the dick
Make niggas run if they running their lips
I tell my dawg to go fetch me the stick

I was raised with the wolves
Came up with gorillas
No time for the bull (Ain't got no time)
I hang with the killers (Gang, gang)

If we keeping it real (Keeping it, keeping it)
I came out the realest (Came out the real)
If they want the real (Keeping it, keeping it)
Then they gotta feel this (They gotta feel it)
Now they gotta fuck with me
Got 'em in love with me
I got my own company
A nigga don't work for free
I'm living in luxury
My nigga like blood to me
So he gotta come up with me
And I only play for keeps

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