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2012 i started getting money, i was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face touch. that was an important period in my life cause it made me what i am now. i'm just having fun, getting fresh air, up, i spent that shit, look i won a race, 100 miles and running, they was stopping, i ain't jog or nothing, i ain't lag or nothing, i was 20 laps ahead of y'all, i ain't brag or nothing, gang rooting, under pressure, i ain't let them down or nothing, everybody got they cameras, hand me a towel or something, all my hard work, all them days in, y'all know where i started, all them late nights going retarded, running with the wildest youngings, smelling like 1000 onions, damn that shit don't count for nothing, when i told 'em i was coming, they just thought that was i bluffing, now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch 'em, pretty ladies, yeah i love 'em, come backstage, they let me fuck 'em, free of charge don't owe her nothing, i was rushing, i was getting ready, make her hold my luggage, met her once, she let me fuck her twice, she know i might fuck up her life, too lit to have a fucking wife, she fine enough to wife tonight, so fuck it, she can board her flight, lil ruth chris might get her something to go, i guess i'm sorta nice, never been on dates, i risked my life, she see me blowing this pipe, baby i'm not regular, no i'm not your average dude, i grew up a hard knock, that's not up my avenue, gotta move something like the president, can't leave no trace or evidence, or location, if i'm there too long i gotta move, fuck it, you just stay right here cause i don't like your attitude, big g herbo, don't leave the g out when you say herbo, never leave the g out, glock on me every day i leave out, only way i be out, niggas know what we bout, condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house, gold on everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skrt out, and i got more coming, got another tape dropping, got another tour coming, yeah i made more money, finna do more stunting, 120 still ain't push the sports button, back to the program, niggas hating but they whores love me, still getting tour money, 15 for a 16 so yeah, i made an 8 like four summers, put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain't running like the porsche running, remember yelling 47 with the torch running, hittin cuts on the ops block, lakeside pistol run up on the porch gunning, all my niggas all about money, in the middle of the war hustling, hustle homies and you know it touch us, shut the whole block down, no more hustling, start all i roll the steel up, everybody on the team tryna score something, flat on the ra-ra, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, dropped four or something, yeah, them killers like jon-jon, but we ain't going out sweet, no cop dying, that means ain't no cops killing us, ain't no ops killing us, some say i might sound cocky, some say i might sound scary, but i know that i'm gon' get home where i'm from that's, where i'm from shit get scary, niggas get buried, riding up on your block, bloody mary, don't you double dare me, i'm from the eastside of chicago, i'm gucci where i go, niggas know me where i go, i'm an og where i go, you can't help what you born with, but it's on you if you die broke, if i die before i wake, have a party when i go, 20 rollies in a roll if i wake before i go