Текст песни Started Small Time - Payroll Giovanni

I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Dope game, cocaine
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Now my motherfuckin' chain worth a whole thang

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I turn your bitch crib into a stash house
And never call again when the bag out
I bought a brick and broke it down to the last ounce
How much money came back I don't 'member I passed out
I used to hide funky bowls all in Chaz house
Wasn't a home owner but I owned a crack house
Til this wonder how I ball like this
[?] your limitations up so I can like this
Ex-trafficker, all the ex bitches mad at us
Cuz we shinin' like a motherfucker and they had enough
Used to bag it up
Trash bags of money in the Caddy truck
Tryna ball on us you better call your Unc and Daddy up
Ask 'em 'can you hold something'
You see me at [?] then I just froze something
You can tell I know something
Used to give testures out until I saw the dope coming
Hands on my nuts for you bitches that wanna hold something

I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Dope game, cocaine
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Now my motherfuckin' chain worth a whole thang

Might ice the Rollie out for the summer
I just copped another I'm a motherfucker
I make bread from moving gutter butter
Crib big, I need a butler
If you ain't with me then it's fuck ya
I'm the only child from my mother
Older niggas in my hood was my only brothers
Nigga you grew up around sucker, I grew up 'round hustlers
Kingpins and killers, gorillas and hoe stealers
Bitch, I'm untouchable but your hoe feel us
For my nigga killed, it left me numb with no feelings
Tryna reach unthinkable shit, no ceilings
Pull up, lookin' clean with your bitch with no ceilings
Been balling in Detroit but I'm no Piston
You niggas goin' broke to impress broke bitches
Blow missions had me underage Moet sippin'
Lookin' at that major artist ice and mines is no difference

I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Dope game, cocaine
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Now my motherfuckin' chain worth a whole thang