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Tell you about
these Taylors
Ni**as that I ride
for

We get in on our own
Real Ni**as in the Struggle
you're not alone
we ain't haveany major label
backin'
just me and my Ni**as
and we
made sure we was crackin'
The biggest squad get
the biggest check

Ask around, we the last
real Ni**as left
And there ain't nobody
like us
Knew that we was on but
the city didn't like us
F**k your roll, made our
own path.

Grew up low class, I
ain't go to class
Front on the gang and it
won't last
You got no pass, ain't
no goin' back

You wouldn't have a clue

It's like I wouldn't have any
idea what it feel like
to be you

When you work hard for
everything you got
They can't come take it
When you go back on
sayin' you'll keep your word
You can't unbreak it
When we was in that
inseparable they couldn't
see is ballin'

Perfect record, now my
team is flawless
Victory Ni**a, promise I go
hard til you sick of me
For my squad, I give all of
my energy
Make it hard not to
remember me
Want it all, not just a little
piece

We really started from
nothin'
No handouts dog, we really
got it from nothin'
You Ni**as got it from
stuntin', got it from frontin'
Light up a J,I'mma roll up
an onion

*MUSIC*

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