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Niggas say they got pedigree
Really ain't no impressing me
They don't know what I go through to coocoo up in a mansion see
I been pressin for long
But destiny been prolonged
So i had to press every button till they realised it's on
I had to
Ask for way or pave one
Never had no paper
Begging bitches for money on the pavement, to phand' a rizla
I'm Really close to some of the baddest realest niggas
It's only natural end o' the day we all dealers
I do music they move yams, either way you're addicted
You play Teez and you dance, they help you get uplifted
So really they ain't no difference just a matter of depictions
And what kitchen you stem from when yo mama was bakin
You see my mama was cooked up when she was faded
Off the face of the earth, I watched her engulfing in flames
Imagine being under 8 and seeing that
My heart instantly turn black
But fuck em all I'm the orphan who lost and then he climbed back