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If I wasn't sellin' dope, I was pimpin'
Whole time I was Crippin'
Now I'm all the way legitimate
I been fightin' demons, I'm a gentleman
If I wasn't sellin' dope, I was pimpin'
Whole time I was Crippin'
Now I'm all the way legitimate
I been fightin' demons, I'm a gentleman

It all started on 111th Street
Between San Pedro and Main
That's East 111th
And I was waitin' for my boy to drop somethin' off for me

Look, uh, yeah

Called up Juan
"I got fourty-four thousand, nigga, meet me at my aunt's"
If you pull up to the block, I got anything you want
I'm 'bout to whip this yay, bae, hit me later on
I gots to get it, no, I can't sit around wishin'
Heard it's 'bout to be a drought, so I'm out pimpin'
Buildin' my momentum, stackin' fifties to a million
Niggas tried to wear my shoes, but they can't fit 'em
My nigga Celly in a Rolls wearin' rose gold
Fresh home, any bullshit gettin' stepped on
I gotta paint this picture, make sure everybody get it

I be grippin' Alcantara slidin' through the city
G one nigga that ain't never had a job
I bought pressure with my grind, I'm a real mastermind
We ain't on the same page, ain't no point in even tryin'
I don't really like these niggas, ain't no point in even lyin'

If I wasn't sellin' dope, I was pimpin'
Whole time I was Crippin'
Now I'm all the way legitimate
I been fightin' demons, I'm a gentleman
If I wasn't sellin' dope, I was pimpin'
Whole time I was Crippin'
Now I'm all the way legitimate
I been fightin' demons, I'm a gentleman

I'm buyin' real estate, baby, ain't no competition
They wanna flex, I want freedom, bro, we way different
Hoes down on a blade, gettin' ends
She hit for ten thousand and she say she got a friend
The more the merrier, help bring this shit together
111th East, I'ma do this shit forever
We shot guns, caught fades, made bonds, got paid
Me and Coley in the kitchen rockin' up yay
Flaco pull up in the front, give him ninety K
We on the block with MAC-90s, we ain't scared to spray
I know the block really miss when I was gone away
Hit Tone on the phone, "What you on today?"

If I wasn't sellin' dope, then I was pimpin'
You already know the whole time, I was Crippin', huh
These days, nigga all the way legitimate
Off a 111th street, now I'm a millionaire

Yeah
Shit don't stop
111th East
Innerprize Clicc
If you don't like it, eat a dick
And the balls
Haha

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