[Intro:] Yeah, you know, if you thought I was going to stop goin' in You can ask double R, nigga That's Royal Rich
[Hook:] Could've been a doctor But I chose streets I could've been a lawyer But I chose streets Could've been anything I wanted to be But I chose streets (Nah, but be honest) Hm, the streets own me
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[Verse 1:] Hey Started with it, I ain't start with paper, started with nothin', uh Droppin' out the hot bars that'll let me hit the ground runnin', uh House [?], thirteen when a young nigga just don't know how to put it, yo I was drivin' at fifteen got tired of the bus, ha For the yellow cheese, I was gettin' cheese for the guy that wasn't, and Nigga wouldn't try me in high school cause I had alot of buzzin' [?] Fuck that, I'm a take shit like bloods and Talk like Thug when you see me in public You the predicate, nigga, I am the subject And I'm still goin' in but
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[Verse 2:] Hey Some type of way, we ain't go, yeah I'm got 'em for a plat [?] Then, my hair the whip [?], platinum, marijuana, got me ciroc Got a black card, Visa cards, I don't like to walk around with cash I might kiss in the front, just know I don't kiss no ass
[Interlude 1:] I ain't drop no mixtape in two years, but I been still on that roll I been here for 25 years, thank God I'm still here But I know I gotta go, know I gotta go You ain't gotta go
[Verse 3:] Get money, don't play my nigga, I ain't never change, still goin' in Who the fuck said I wasn't gon' drop no mixtape? Who the fuck y'all think I'm is? Got alot of money, got alot of bitches, got alot of places that I still ain't been But I got more problems than all of that Doughboy, I'm still goin' in
[Interlude 2:] Still goin' in, still goin' in I said I'm still goin' in, I'm still goin' in I'm still goin' in, when I start? Hey Doughboy, when I start? Royal Rich
[Verse 3:] I done made so much money, I got like four bank accounts I put this pistol to your head, give you somethin' to think about I ain't on vacation, I was chilling, they thought I was in a drought Fuck around for real, how I make this transaction?, if it's for the right amount I got my hands honestly know that I flew [?] Had more drug dealers, had nothin' but two My money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling Yeah, yeah, yeah, the ceiling I ain't have no more room in the attic, we filled it Yeah, yeah, yeah Wanted for murder, but school done meant to be All I done did was kill, I'm a rapper now but
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[Outro:] Still goin' in x7, aye I told y'all niggas man R.F [?] style for lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
