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[Intro] Mmm yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] When I get older, I'ma get up out this bitch I'ma get rich My daddy bangin' on the walls Nigga drunk, always throw another fit (Oh, no, no) I go to 95th South Central's where I live Selling white widow to the kids Lord, get me out this bitch [Pre-Chorus] Feet hit the pavement, sirens are blarin' Crackheads'll get ya what ya need, how much you payin'? Orange El Camino, guns like Al Pacino Gold chain cost a couple bucks under a C-note I got this white girl if you need the fix My nigga scopin' out the next spot to hit the lick In the nighttime, zombies chill on the 25th Mother Mary, please still get me out this bitch [Chorus] I'm in that all-black Cadillac Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back Roll the dice and take a chance I pray to God shit don't get outta hand I'm in that all-black Cadillac Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back Roll the dice and take a chance I pray to God shit don't get outta hand [Verse 2] "Look, little black bitch, you ain't gon' be shit Get up on this pimpin' I wish you were a boy, you shoulda been a boy They shoulda took you instead of your mother I question God why you were even born I bet you'll turn into a whore If you wanna leave, there's the door" That's all I heard "No one will love you" A star was born [Pre-Chorus] Feet hit the pavement, sirens are blarin' Crackheads'll get ya what ya need, how much you payin'? Orange El Camino, guns like Al Pacino Gold chain cost a couple bucks under a C-note I got this white girl if you need the fix My nigga scopin' out the next spot to hit the lick In the nighttime, zombies chill on the 25th Mother Mary, please still get me out this bitch [Chorus] I'm in that all-black Cadillac Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back Roll the dice and take a chance I pray to God shit don't get outta hand I'm in that all-black Cadillac Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back Roll the dice and take a chance I pray to God shit don't get outta hand [Bridge] Yeah, all red on my call log Watch the money pile up Bitch, you shouldn't run up You know I got my gun up Number one stunna Oh Lord, they comin' for ya Get your shit right Keep the tummy tight [Interlude] Listen, baby Believe in me because I believe in you, so we can believe together Understand that I understand So what's understood don't need to be explained, right? Hit the blade Do it for me, baby [Chorus] I'm in that all-black Cadillac Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back Roll the dice and take a chance I pray to God shit don't get outta hand I'm in that all-black Cadillac Hope I don't die tonight, better watch my back Roll the dice and take a chance I pray to God shit don't get outta hand