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Hide from the lights I'm the village dream Gangsta kids what would do? When I was seventeen Guess the dream is true, huh? Uhh, yeah, what's up? It's the world baby Yeah, uhh, yeah, it's the world I was on my grind when I was 17 The only half a thing for the stack was the 17 Took a rode trip, came back had me seven knees And when I turn 18 remind me about 17s Yeah, oh! take them back when I was 17 I had a caught to see what's extra clean Always thugging, always on the scene The world is too bad, needs some big achieve I gotta get it, I want it, I gotta have it Tie knots in the bag and I'm right back at it Yeah, 14 grams in my attic The deal of the year so who's really the addict? Deal for this fast money I'm addicted She kicked me out the house, I gotta hit the game Guess momma don't love me no more Since she might not even let me use the oven no more 1-35, fresh out the press, smell the aroma Walk the stick, my uncle on the couch, she in a coma And I swear that sin is louder than an avalanche Came back to X the fifty, did the hammer dance My grandma keep telling me I need some help But I keep telling her that I need someone Cutlass with the alpine, got there too long Blow me in the heart, bitch I got me two shots I was on my grind when I was 17 The only half a thing for the stack was the 17 Took a rode trip, came back had me seven knees And when I turn 18 remind me about 17s Yeah, oh! take them back when I was 17 I had a caught to see what's extra clean Always thugging, always on the scene The world is too bad, needs some big achieve At 17 I had a night with 17 shots East 17, five 17 block Fraid it's to the left, whole hood cling lower Shout my niggas from Valley Bronx to Concord Nigga need to play ball, class I took the day off Try about some new days hope I get this state off Fully automatic shootouts, call that sprayer Before I ever see 17 I bust the KO And my homie got me blown in the worst way 17 drams for my 17 birthday In the school hall we was getting charity 1700 in my letter mehn when I was 17 I was on my grind when I was 17 The only half a thing for the stack was the 17 Took a rode trip, came back had me seven knees And when I turn 18 remind me about 17s Yeah, oh! Take them back when I was 17 I had a caught to see what's extra clean Always thugging, always on the scene The world is too bad, needs some big achieve 17, you bust a clean team Uppin' in this food court, polo'd up, pullin' everything Some lil niggas about their frost skin Got my first queue key 5 points from the advocates Head 'em down, I'm still fat there Had 'em stashed in the old spice camp, thought I was slick there Diner with the ho when all goin' cho Went from halfbacks to four ways a glass In it with the black vans and the tats Now we drinkin' milk, throwin' up slaps Young and wild, chest all full of cash Just a little nigga tryna come up on some green bats I was on my grind when I was 17 The only half a thing for the stack was the 17 Took a rode trip, came back had me seven knees And when I turn 18 remind me about 17s Yeah, oh! Take them back when I was 17 I had a caught to see what's extra clean Always thugging, always on the scene The world is too bad, needs some big achieve
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