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From Rags to |
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Riches (riches) |
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Bet you I'mma be the richest [Verse 1:] |
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I started off as an army brat (Atten-hut!) |
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Seven months, class act |
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I was racin' down the block |
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As a matter of fact |
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I could've been a track star (I guess I am) |
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I stacked bars |
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Comin' through your system in them phat cars (uh) |
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Cross country isn't that far |
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It's like |
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I'm in the race, don't know who you cats are |
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See one day |
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I fell from grace, landed in this place |
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My whole sh*t erased from talkin' back to my momma's face |
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Like I was lost in space |
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Without a trace, cuttin' class, bein' |
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Mrs. Fast |
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Ass Gettin' blasted with dad, got caught up in the flash |
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My Nana goin' mad, had to make the dash |
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Saw a fell up in the streets |
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Did anything for cash |
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And anything to crash, in anybody's path |
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Gave everything |
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I had Took what |
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I could grab (check it) |
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It was just a bunch of open rags [Chorus (Bobby Valentino):] |
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This is the story in the life of a hustler |
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Running for the come up |
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No one ever thought |
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I would ever blow up |
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So I guess |
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I had to show up |
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Now everywhere |
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I go The people wanna know |
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They wanna know where |
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I came from |
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Not havin' a pot to piss in |
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Stop and listen |
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I'll tell you how |
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I came from |
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Rags to Riches [Verse 2:] |
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I remember sellin' coke |
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Can't believe that |
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I was poisonin' my folk |
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Now I let my throat be the antidote |
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Always kept my hopes high |
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Now mama don't cry, 'cause |
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I'll be close by |
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With the most high |
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I was playin' |
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Robin Hood (in the hood) |
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Little Red |
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Riding Hood |
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Til' the barrel pointed where |
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I stood (yeah, I stood) |
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But walked away like |
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I was absolutely positively sure |
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I could Attitude on f*ck it |
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Some dollars in the bucket |
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Been scheming steady dreaming |
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For a chance to make some duckets |
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Caused a little ruckus on the sideline |
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Fully reconstructed every guideline |
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From the alley way to |
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Cali, on the |
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Grammy day |
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Went from disarray to mayday, mayday, mayday |
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Ran away from the sickness with a quickness |
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And went from rags to richness [Chorus (Bobby Valentino):] |
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This is the story in the life of a hustler |
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Running for the come up |
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No one ever thought |
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I would ever blow up |
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So I guess |
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I had to show up |
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Now everywhere |
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I go The people wanna know |
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They wanna know where |
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I came from |
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Not havin' a pot to piss in |
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Stop and listen |
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I'll tell you how |
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I came from |
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Rags to Riches [Verse 3 (Bobby Valentino):] |
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Man, I struggled so long |
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Did whatever it took me for me to get on |
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I wouldn't let nobody stop me |
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Even if they told me |
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I can't I said |
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I'mma do it, watch me |
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And now I'm just living life lavish |
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Money, cars, and clothes |
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Yea I got to have it |
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It's been a long hard road to make it |
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In this business |
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But I told y'all |
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I'll be the bestest [Chorus (Bobby Valentino) (2x):] |
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This is the story in the life of a hustler |
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Running for the come up |
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No one ever thought |
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I would ever blow up |
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So I guess |
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I had to show up |
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Now everywhere |
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I go The people wanna know |
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They wanna know where |
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I came from |
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Not havin' a pot to piss in |
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Stop and listen |
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I'll tell you how |
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I came from |
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Rags to Riches |
