Play Pen to the State Pen
Here's a little story 'bout
Some niggas like me
Never should've been let out the elementary
Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say
That I'm the hardest nigga from around my way
Here's a little story 'bout
Some niggas like we
Never should've been let out the penitentiary
Tity Boi, and I'd like to say
That I'm the slickest hustler
From around my way
Ay, yo, since I was a youth
I pumped weed out
And I been had cash money before we bought
With expectations and Fed time facing
When I was hanging with this kid named Jason
With an accent from Jamaica
My only concern was digit's and consumers
'Cause we had this little city
Down in Alabama booming
So we just do it, get it like Nike
And even with this wife beater on
I still got something up my sleeve
It sound so odd, talking 'bout these guns
'Cause I got a three five seven
Nine and a Mac Eleven, get drip, tip toeing
'Bout a minute doing six
With the clip showing
Nigga, where your clique going
They're spreading out like buck shots
And ain't nobody dying still alive
Around here but Pac
Now we know this story go, so don't worry
Excuse me your honor
But could you holler at my nigga for me
Here's a little story 'bout
Some niggas like me
Never should've been let out the elementary
Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say
That I'm the hardest nigga from around my way
Here's a little story 'bout
Some niggas like we
Never should've been let out the penitentiary
Tity Boi, and I'd like to say
That I'm the slickest hustler
From around my way
Well, I'm Dolla Boy, I got game galore
You may have a lot of game but
I've got much more in that all blue coupé
Parked and run and shoot
Or late nights throwing rice
Shooting dice with troops
And that diamond's in the back, sun roof top
I'm hanging out that bitch 'bout
To shut down the block
AK music, bomb ass track
We put the detonator to it nigga, get wrong
Put the mask on and shoot him
Street corps, nigga
Tell his fam' that we sued him
Used to work track one five on the ruler
But, now I'm dropping off like
I'm down wit the Cubans
Straight eight grad in them
Hard knocks schooling
Intern work, year round, brick moving
Get to this money, shit real in this music
So get it how you want it, lame nigga
Don't confuse me
Here's a little story 'bout
Some niggas like me
Never should've been let out the elementary
Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say
That I'm the hardest nigga from around my way
Here's a little story 'bout
Some niggas like we
Never should've been let out the penitentiary
Tity Boi, and I'd like to say
That I'm the slickest hustler
From around my way
Nigga want to know how Dolla does it
The bag weigh a gram
I need all of my cousins
Lame nigga flexing 'bout the work
When it wasn't
Didn't think a nigga called the
Cop with a oven got enough heat to cook the
Hams and the stuffing take twenty-twos
Knock the berries out your muffin
Mama said her son was six short from a dozen
Messing with my pills, man, get to this money
A hundred miles and running and
Ain't no stopping us
My community service is picking paper up
If the drought end, it's Glocks and mad men
TECs are blasting
Mixed with mag's and Mac Ten's
I played in play pens and
Stayed in the state pens
Don't think I ain't bigger
Because my weight thinner
On twenty-twos is how I carry myself
I'm like, oh, I might marry myself
Here's a little story 'bout
Some niggas like me
Never should've been let out the elementary
Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say
That I'm the hardest nigga from around my way
Here's a little story 'bout
Some niggas like we
Never should've been let out the penitentiary
Tity Boi, and I'd like to say
That I'm the slickest hustler
From around my way