Started selling weed From my brother, The age was eleven Thirty off a hundred dollars He working the shipments Seventh grade Christmas time, Momma gave me a fifty
I spent that fifty with the dope man, He gave me two fifties I owed a fifty but I trapped and I paid him so quickly I had them dimes So big junkies calling me biggie I moved out, paying rent Was such a good feeling I hit a lick, thirty grand Fell out of the ceiling I’m in Savannah and My nigga like king of the city
In Alabama with them hammers They plotting to get me These suckers tried to take My life on a couple of occasions Been grinding hard, Thirty years, never took a vacation And ever since seventeen, Been stuck on probation I chased a nigga, stabbed his ass Now they calling me Jason I fell out with my homeboy, I swear it was crazy And we don't really know each other, But having a baby
I travelled all around The world been plenty of places I'm Gucci, trashbag cash got plenty of faces In Sun Valley, trapping hard Like back in the Eighties I left with eighty, Spent at least thirty grand in the station I lost my nigga Dunkin And no one will ever replace him In Gucci's eyes he will always be One of the greatest I lost my nigga Dunkin And no one will ever replace him In Gucci's eyes he will always be One of the greatest
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