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My nigga, you know King Muzah. Way, way back in the day when I was Young, just a little nigga I looked up to The pimps who got they pockets bigger Ridin' they Chevys, niggas cruisin' in they Cadillacs Know that Nigga's here with a bunch of bitches in the Back Hoes lookin' at a nigga like I was A movie star Just because I keep it with The nigga with the freshest car That made me Think and try to get out on my own Too At the age of twelve, I was doin' What I had to Got out on the track And made my motherfuckin' ends meet Hoes recognize a Pimp when I'm walkin' down the street Daddy told Me, "Make them hoes reach out in they pocketbook" Bitches cater to a nigga 'cause I got that Pimpin' look As I got the knowledge, I was Smart when I was growin' up Mama hollerin', Screamin', yellin', sayin' that I'm fuckin' up But I Had to take what I could and put that Shit to shine Knowledge was the key 'cause I'm Growin' up in the game Challenger, Go with throttle up. One minute, fifteen seconds. Velocity twenty-nine Hundred feet per second. Velocity twenty-two hundred fifty-seven feet per Second. Altitude four point three nautical miles.