[Intro] Trying to hold you to higher standards, you get it? You going somewhere in life Stop acting like a foul or you ain't gon' get there You hear me? I expect more out of you than that [Verse] Picture me, a hundred million and counting I'm running circles in my Christian Louboutin's I'm steady climbing up the mission, a mountain I hit your city, we get rich and we bouncing After seeing all this shit we need counseling I been road-running ducking the alphabet Lawyer told me call him, they try to question me Eat a dick, I don't know nothing but my alphabet I was getting A's, B's and C's 'Til they introduced me to them quarter Ps Way back when I was smoking Reggie Weed Daddy had a shoebox full of quarter keys Then he hid 100 pounds in my room I was stuffing ounces up my long sleeve That's my introduction to the streets Mama think a nigga staying home? Please Wasn't no cock-blocking, it was mono-blocking For the gram, we was Ferragamo shopping On the block, under-age bottle-popping Why you pass that? You see my mama watching Ain't gon' be no killing going on without no killing Boy you know we hollow-popping Go get Danny like a 50, he gon fix the cars You know we ain't autoshopping 50 grand on my little sister room floor Back 'fore they was photo shopping Young yummy sandifiers on the block Way before we heard of jojo-popping Party hopping rocking jojo watches Go to Hazel Crest eat that bozo garbage Back when all of you was GD crazy Before you threw it up you had to know your knowledge Bought OG a record player She done went and put the O'Jays on it Now that's the type of shit that make a nigga Miss the old days, don't it? Drive the coupe like I got road-rage on it Shit'll make you miss them broke days, don't it? Shit'll make you wanna go put flowers on your folk's grave, don't it? [Outro] Stop acting like a foul or you ain't gon' get there You hear me? I expect more out of you than that You oughta feel bad and [?] You be picking on her You don't like her and you don't like [?] You my child! You my child! You my seed! I knew exactly what you was doin', cause I used to do the same shit
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