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One, one, two, one, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One for the ones that did it again

And two for the friends that packin' the stacks
And intill the end, and three, four, fuckin' the whores
And tellin' with my keen, what about five
Bitch, he left in the ditch

What about six? What about
She playin' pretend
Seven in heaven for fuckin' wit eight and nine
And speaking on ten

Eleven, rollin' candles
Grew up a handful
Through twelve's eyes
I'm such a helpin' hand

Thirteen came lurkin' in
The Mercury bands
The thoughts of silver chains
And one million bands, huh

Fifteen woulda made the money
And all the option
And I woulda probably made it
If I stopped boxin

And keep the song droppin
Sixteen lip,add pill poppin
Non-stoppin' to make money
And make guala

Sometimes it ain't fair
Seventeen went to jail
Nobody pay my bill
But came out eighteen

But I'm still raisin' hell
I said I'm still raisin' what
I'm still raisin' hell
Aye, I still didn't graduate

Still a smart guy
You gotta do your math, bitch
Oh shit, I forgot you
I'm a tougher guy

Tough don't do math
Tough guys deep fry chicken for a living
So dale
You wanna wing or leg, man

Yeah, yeah
Nineteen started my first lease
Thought of green eyes
Private seats
Privacy
And one day splitin my word
Like a prophecy
What you ought to see

My life I make for me
And mine it will be on
Listen careful
To keep countin' for fun

To make this shit into some
Or bass ur drum
To make this one
To go out to the ones

Out to the ones

One for the ones that did it again
And two for the friends

That packin' the stacks
Until the end
Aye, three, four
Fuckin' the whores

And chillin' with my kin
What about five
Bitch, you left in the ditch
What about six

What about pretend
Seven in heaven for fuckin' with eight and nine

And speakin on ten
Eleven, rollin' candles grow up a handful through twelve's eyes
I'm such a helpin' hand

Thirteen came lurkin' in
The Mercury bands
The thoughts of silver chains
And one million fans

Fifteen would've made the money
And all the option would probably made it
If I stopped boxin

And keep the song droppin
Sixteen lip add
Pill poppin
Non-stoppin

Make money
To make guala
Sometimes it ain't fair
Seventeen went to jail

Nobody pay my bail
But came out eighteen
But I'm still raisin' hell
I said I'm still raisin' what

I'm still raisin' hell
I said fuckin' do it
I said once
But the ones that did it

Go back and still stackin' it
To the end
No, that's not what I said
But it's a no-brainer

It's a mistake
We keep on and never change
Goddamn
That man

We keep cruisin
This shit is a new life
Understand or get with it
Yeah, new lifestyle

New style
One, two
One for the ones
That did it again

And one for the ones
That stackin' to the end
Yeahhh