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kofi - 401 and kingston lyrics

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i don’t really talk about the sh+t i did in my past
all my n+ggas sayin crazy, what’s the problem with that
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
only time i leave my crib is to deliver the slaps
you know i keep my circle small i only ride with my slats
i’ve been snaked a couple times but i keep that in the past
if you acting like you know me, i ain’t f+cking with that
you say you’re my homie, no no no no

ever since i got the money n+ggas acting different
i keep a premade n+gga with me cuz he pack it with him
i had some shawtys play me like it’s activision
even lying to my face, they call it cappin n+gga
on her knees and i made her sign the nda
now my chains are gold like the mandalay
and you know the way i’m ballin’, go the nba
but am i acting different, no no no no

i don’t really talk about the sh+t i did in my past
all my n+ggas sayin’ crazy, what’s the problem with that
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
only time i leave my crib is to deliver the slaps
you know i keep my circle small i only ride with my slats
i’ve been snaked a couple times but i keep that in the past
if you acting like you know me, i ain’t f+cking with that
you say you’re my homie, no no no no
now i pull up in a new whip, never with a new chick
where the f+ck were you at when you saw me going through it
i was broke broke broke, pressing n+ggas on some bullsh+t
now i live in cali’, that don’t mean that i don’t do this
i got n+ggas walking with a hammer we don’t got no toolkits
now i’m making money and investing in some jewel sh+t
and i’m bout to my a mansion with a courtyard and a pool yeah
and ima split it with my, bro bro bro bro’s
i know that i’m best cuz i don’t know how to quit
now i’m meeting all these n+ggas cuz there all in my sh+t
saying f+cking switzerland and now it’s all on my wrist
and i ain’t have to hit the studio, made this song in my crib
never had no money, now i know how how it tastes
i just pulled up on my n+gga and he whippin a race
live fast, die young, and i live like a race
my momma told me, go slow, go slow

i don’t really talk about the sh+t i did in my past
all my n+ggas sayin crazy, what’s the problem with that
401 in case you raise me put my hood on the map
only time i leave my crib is to deliver the slaps
you know i keep my circle small i only ride with my slats
i’ve been snaked a couple times but i keep that in the past
if you acting like you know me, i ain’t f+cking with that
you say you’re my homie, no no no no



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