[Verse 1: Cellski]
Yeah
Started off selling dope with twenty dollars
Doubled my money, made forty, bought a fifty shot from this baller
Cut it down to ten shots at two knots
Made one twenty on the block and now I got to go re-cop
A quarter ounce so I can bounce up to a whole
And so son made some money back now I'm foldin'
A little mail making sales copping zips now
Getting my money on sewing up my side of town
Getting fetti, now I'm ready to be the fucking man
Trying to serve weight instead of having rocks in my hand
Just yesterday my double ups just bubbled up
Having all kinda dead presidents in my pockets crumpled up
Stacking mail, clientele is what I'm buildin'
In my buildin', straight dope fiends with ghetto children
That's how I'm livin', been livin' there since a baby
No if, ands no maybes and that's why a nigga just go crazy
Or maybe it's the dank that make me think and stress
With this nine make a nigga undress and cop to a less
I'm just a young thug, selling dope and drugs
The city that I'm from really ain't got no love
The inner-city hoodlums shootin' up the block
Because last week my nigga was on they side and he got popped
And my niggas tryin' to go the right route
And that right there keep a nigga stressed out
I'm stressed out, mayne
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