Nobody cared when I was regular peeps, got no looks from extravagant freaks
I'm hip to you want and needs, they want the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Only kick it with my regular peeps, day one dogs now we off the leash
No more Dalton every day is a feast, we cop the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
I worked like a slave some called me creep, never knew that I was once label peeps
Promo tours I was grinding the streets hanging posters from Moreland to Peachtree
I stayed hitting my knees, like a weed head I had my mind on higher things
Picky dude couldn't settle for less, set the bar high for my ghetto princess
She couldn't fathom the plan, potential to reality ratio staggering man
I had to raise up out of the hood. Diamond in the rough just needed a buff
Well traveled before high school. Military brat just a regular cat
I done seen the world hashtag pinky and the brain I'm trying to take over the game
Nobody cared when I was regular peeps, got no looks from extravagant freaks
I'm hip to you want and needs, they want the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Only kick it with my regular peeps, day one dogs now we off the leash
No more Dalton every day is a feast, we cop the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Nobody cared when I was regular peeps, chicks dig a cute face and not gap teeth
Put that with raw lyrics and a black tee, brotha meech trending topic of your tweets
Emcee of P.T.s beats, hit the studio and then the streets
The aim is not fame and stars, the man you call sway done changed his stars
So we're going to keep it rolling though
Keep releasing the heat we ain't folding no
We don't play gold maybe bowling though, never turn our backs on our true folks
The winds of hate can't blow me down, all my true soldiers stay holding me down
Be my tour guide baby show me around
You didn't know me then so you can never know me now
Nobody cared when I was regular peeps, got no looks from extravagant freaks
I'm hip to you want and needs, they want the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Only kick it with my regular peeps, day one dogs now we off the leash
No more Dalton every day is a feast, we cop the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
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Nobody cared when I was regular peeps, got no looks from extravagant freaks
I'm hip to you want and needs, they want the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Only kick it with my regular peeps, day one dogs now we off the leash
No more Dalton every day is a feast, we cop the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
I worked like a slave some called me creep, never knew that I was once label peeps
Promo tours I was grinding the streets hanging posters from Moreland to Peachtree
I stayed hitting my knees, like a weed head I had my mind on higher things
Picky dude couldn't settle for less, set the bar high for my ghetto princess
She couldn't fathom the plan, potential to reality ratio staggering man
I had to raise up out of the hood. Diamond in the rough just needed a buff
Well traveled before high school. Military brat just a regular cat
I done seen the world hashtag pinky and the brain I'm trying to take over the game
Nobody cared when I was regular peeps, got no looks from extravagant freaks
I'm hip to you want and needs, they want the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Only kick it with my regular peeps, day one dogs now we off the leash
No more Dalton every day is a feast, we cop the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Nobody cared when I was regular peeps, chicks dig a cute face and not gap teeth
Put that with raw lyrics and a black tee, brotha meech trending topic of your tweets
Emcee of P.T.s beats, hit the studio and then the streets
The aim is not fame and stars, the man you call sway done changed his stars
So we're going to keep it rolling though
Keep releasing the heat we ain't folding no
We don't play gold maybe bowling though, never turn our backs on our true folks
The winds of hate can't blow me down, all my true soldiers stay holding me down
Be my tour guide baby show me around
You didn't know me then so you can never know me now
Nobody cared when I was regular peeps, got no looks from extravagant freaks
I'm hip to you want and needs, they want the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Only kick it with my regular peeps, day one dogs now we off the leash
No more Dalton every day is a feast, we cop the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
I'm hip to you want and needs, they want the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Only kick it with my regular peeps, day one dogs now we off the leash
No more Dalton every day is a feast, we cop the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
I worked like a slave some called me creep, never knew that I was once label peeps
Promo tours I was grinding the streets hanging posters from Moreland to Peachtree
I stayed hitting my knees, like a weed head I had my mind on higher things
Picky dude couldn't settle for less, set the bar high for my ghetto princess
She couldn't fathom the plan, potential to reality ratio staggering man
I had to raise up out of the hood. Diamond in the rough just needed a buff
Well traveled before high school. Military brat just a regular cat
I done seen the world hashtag pinky and the brain I'm trying to take over the game
Nobody cared when I was regular peeps, got no looks from extravagant freaks
I'm hip to you want and needs, they want the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Only kick it with my regular peeps, day one dogs now we off the leash
No more Dalton every day is a feast, we cop the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Nobody cared when I was regular peeps, chicks dig a cute face and not gap teeth
Put that with raw lyrics and a black tee, brotha meech trending topic of your tweets
Emcee of P.T.s beats, hit the studio and then the streets
The aim is not fame and stars, the man you call sway done changed his stars
So we're going to keep it rolling though
Keep releasing the heat we ain't folding no
We don't play gold maybe bowling though, never turn our backs on our true folks
The winds of hate can't blow me down, all my true soldiers stay holding me down
Be my tour guide baby show me around
You didn't know me then so you can never know me now
Nobody cared when I was regular peeps, got no looks from extravagant freaks
I'm hip to you want and needs, they want the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Only kick it with my regular peeps, day one dogs now we off the leash
No more Dalton every day is a feast, we cop the keys, the crib, the cars, the clothes
Writer: Michael Livingston
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