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[Chorus]
I come from Vernon road, I got it poppin'
And I can't wife none of these hoes because they thottin' (Come on)
Tell 'em, catch up, I'm too far, I got it poppin'
And when this shit got so hard I had to lock in
Really meant it from the heart, I said, "I got you"
When I had to get it gave this shit my all, so we get out it
Everything I put on hard I'm getting outta
Look at me, I came so far from the bottom (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
From a place where they exposed, we're just diggin' for gold
Man, this shit is so cold, you can't get swallowed (Come on)
Send him a few hellos if it's a problem (Yeah)
She like, "Why you came so close?" I'm tryna holler (I'm tryna)
Why you spend so much on clothes, wear it once then it's old
That's the way that it goes, I'm 'bout a dollar
Seen her, she like, "Hit my phone," I didn't bother (Yeah)
Looked up and his paper was gone and now he sour (Come on)
Baby, can you please slow down? I'm tryna holler
Toilet paper talk for me, I'm 'bout a dollar
I just gotta reach my goals, I gotta help my bros
I gotta catch this flow, I'm getting hotter
Already had them hoes so I won't bother (Yeah)
Came to the crib, act weird, I kicked her out it (Uh)
Nothing that I do is wet, I'm way too solid
Back then my family was scared, that's why they doubt it (Come on)

[Chorus]
I come from Vernon road, I got it poppin'
And I can't wife none of these hoes because they thottin' (Come on)
Tell 'em, catch up, I'm too far, I got it poppin'
And when this shit got so hard I had to lock in
Really meant it from the heart, I said, "I got you"
When I had to get it gave this shit my all, so we get out it
Everything I put on hard I'm getting outta
Look at me, I came so far from the bottom (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
From a place we shake your soul, niggas ain't gon' fall
We gon' get back up and keep on tryin'
Walk in and all heads turn, I move, they eyeing
Lotta bullshit getting sold but I ain't buying
I'm about to go on the road, doing all of these shows
Gotta get to this dough, I feel excited
Ruth Chris, barbecue shrimp, I got the itis
I was too sick when I got the call that Greg was dying
I'm like, "Whose bitch?" All on my dick, think I'm a piper
They like, "Who's this? "That’s young Kur, feeling like Michael
Lotta these hoes getting recycled
These boys are nothing like me, this game is something shiesty
Bust plays, I wanted Nikes, I pray when it was Friday
And I gave niggas the light (I gave niggas the light)
I pray when it was Friday, put pain inside the mic
And I gave niggas the light (I gave niggas the light)

[Chorus]
I come from Vernon road, I got it poppin'
And I can't wife none of these hoes because they thottin' (Come on)
Tell 'em, catch up, I'm too far, I got it poppin'
And when this shit got so hard I had to lock in
Really meant it from the heart, I said, "I got you"
When I had to get it gave this shit my all, so we get out it
Everything I put on hard I'm getting outta
Look at me, I came so far from the bottom (Yeah)