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[Littles] I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game We did in the rain, on the hood of a Range But Vevorine, had a special friend called Heroin She told me, that's how she met Ray Charles and Marvin Gaye But back then, I ain't gon' front, I was peddling 'caine In the, form of crack, she said that was a no-no Cause it's a poor man's Drug, and I will never give love To how fast heroine, that's low as cocaine was Martin had a dream, nigga, I did too To make it out the hood, rich, bitch, off that stoop So, I took it that thaw, and hit the street With bundles of that ghetto love, to give it to kids Momma said, never get high on your own supply Especially if you plan to leave this hood bitch rich Reminiscing on my past, damn it brings me to tears See the more money that comes in, the more I disappear Fresh to death, the latest kicks, rocking the latest gear New Year's after the ball, twenty one song in they ear Watch this strip, make me back it up, D'Angelo knows the feeling Off that needles warm embrace, in a sexual healing This tracks moves like the 70's, got me feeling great Watching my pen nodding off, spilling words out on the I'm scared to love, cause you remind me of my past Baby, you gotta trust me, cause I gotta girl and you got a man I don't want you to judge me, I just wanna be your friend Baby, you gotta trust me... [Khalid] Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts Cause with that big butt and a smile, she be waiting to flirt With a next man, a next hand, up under the skirt Another dick in the jaw, more dick in the george While you home sleeping, she creeping, you thinking it's yours That's just how women is, I reminisce On when I had to learn from experience, why they call you a bitch And I ain't the best, but I ain't never denied Tell me what nigga, flow sicker, spit shit better than mine The plot dope on these tracks, you get federal time You get your wig pushed back, that clap metal with mine I'm on the grind, I don't settle for mines, nigga With this track, a broad, with a pack, before I peddle a dime Line for line, whose the best artist, the rest y'all garbage But it's awkward, it's ass backwards, they still spinning your garbage It's me, blunt: the artist, y'all niggas is garbage [Planet Asia] Sweat jackets velour, rap money, looking like crack money Relax, money, niggas, it's raw, sweet aromatic Backwood, fanatic nigga, this is Cali Vigilante's tattered, in wife beaters and khakis I'm taking over, cause y'all, cooking too much baking soda B12, rock selling niggas vacation's over Medallion's guaca', only rock a three piece suit We're nver holdin' case the cops try to stop us My henchmen behind me, in black benz's with big toppers Get up on my life, nigga, the kid's proper Wrist glint, the big shit, cult following fans be vixen This is grown man business, pay attention Or lay your position, fuck around and have a fatal collision The moment where you should of made your decision I made it, I'm living, I'm paid and I'm winning From the aid of my wisdom, I created a system