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(Another Mike D exclusive) (You are the greatest) If I wasn't sellin' dope, I was pimpin' Whole time I was Crippin' Now I'm all the way legitimate I been fighting demons, I'm a gentleman If I wasn't sellin' dope, I was pimpin' Whole time I was Crippin' Now I'm all the way legitimate I been fighting demons, I'm a gentleman It all started 111th street Between San Pedro and Main That's East 111th And I was waitin' for my boy to drop somethin' off for me Look, uh, yeah, called up Juan "I got 44 thousand, nigga, meet me at my aunt's" If you pull up to the block, I got anything you want I'm 'bout to whip this yay, bae, hit me later on I gots to get it, no, I can't sit around wishin' Heard it's 'bout to be a drought, so I'm out pimpin' Buildin' my momentum, stackin' fifties to a million Niggas tried to wear my shoes, but they can't fit 'em My nigga Celly in a Rolls wearin' rose gold Fresh home, any bullshit gettin' stepped on I gotta paint this picture, make sure everybody get it I be grippin' Alcantara slidin' through the city G one nigga that ain't never had a job I bought pressure with my grind, I'm a real mastermind We ain't on the same page, ain't no point in even tryin' I don't really like these niggas, ain't no point in even lyin' If I wasn't sellin' dope, I was pimpin' Whole time I was Crippin' Now I'm all the way legitimate I been fighting demons, I'm a gentleman If I wasn't sellin' dope, I was pimpin' Whole time I was Crippin' Now I'm all the way legitimate I been fighting demons, I'm a gentleman I'm buyin' real estate, baby, ain't no competition They wanna flex, I want freedom, bro, we way different Hoes down on a blade, gettin' ends She hit for ten thousand, and she say she got a friend The more, the merrier, help bring this shit together 111th East, I'ma do this shit forever We shot guns, caught fades, made bonds, got paid Me and Coley in the kitchen rockin' up yay Flaco pull up in the front, give him 90K We on the block with MAC-90s, we ain't scared to spray I know the block really miss when I was gone away Hit Tone on the phone, "What you on today?" If I wasn't sellin' dope, then I was pimpin' You already know the whole time, I was Crippin', huh These days, nigga all the way legitimate Off a 111th street, now I'm a millionaire Yeah, shit don't stop 111th East Innerprize Clicc If you don't like it, eat a dick And the balls Hahaha
Writer(s): Jeremy Nash, Estevan Jauregui, Mike Exclusive Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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