Play Pen to the State Pen

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dolla Boy]

Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like me

Never should've been let out the elementary

Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say

That I'm the hardest nigga from around my way

Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like we

Never should've been let out the penitentiary

Tity Boi, and I'd like to say

That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way

[Verse One: 2 Chainz]

Ay, yo, since I was a youth, I pumped weed out

And I been had cash money before we bought

With expectations and Fed time facing

When I was hanging with this kid named Jason

With an accent from Jamaica

My only concern was digits and consumers

'Cause we had this little city down in Alabama booming

So we just do it, get it like Nike

And even with this wife beater on

I still got something up my sleeve

It sound so odd, talking 'bout these guns

'Cause I got a three five seven

Nine and a Mac Eleven, get drip, tip toeing

'Bout a minute doing six with the clip showing

Nigga, where your clique going

They're spreading out like buck shots

And ain't nobody dying still alive around here but Pac

Now we know this story go, so don't worry

Excuse me your honor, but could you holler at my nigga for me

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dolla Boy]

Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like me

Never should've been let out the elementary

Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say

That I'm the hardest nigga from around my way

Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like we

Never should've been let out the penitentiary

Tity Boi, and I'd like to say

That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way

[Verse Two: Dolla Boy]

Well, I'm Dolla Boy, I got game galore

You may have a lot of game but, I've got much more

In that all blue coupé, parked and run and shoot

Or late nights throwing rice, shooting dice with troops

And that diamond's in the back, sun roof top

I'm hanging out that bitch 'bout to shut down the block

AK music, bomb ass track, we put the detonator to it

Nigga, get wrong, put the mask on and shoot him

Street corps, nigga, tell his fam' that we sued him

Used to work track one five on the ruler

But, now I'm dropping off like I'm down wit the Cubans

Straight eight grad in them hard knocks schooling

Intern work, year round, brick moving

Get to this money, shit real in this music

So get it how you want it, lame nigga, don't confuse me

[Chorus: 2 Chainz& Dolla Boy]

Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like me

Never should've been let out the elementary

Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say

That I'm the hardest nigga from around my way

Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like we

Never should've been let out the penitentiary

Tity Boi, and I'd like to say

That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way

[Verse Three: Dolla Boy]

Nigga want to know how Dolla does it

The bag weigh a gram, I need all of my cousins

Lame nigga flexing 'bout the work, when it wasn't

Didn't think a nigga called the cop with a oven

Got enough heat to cook the hams and the stuffing

Take twenty-twos, knock the berries out your muffin

Mama said her son was six short from a dozen

Messing with my pills, man, get to this money

[Verse Four: 2 Chainz]

A hundred miles and running and ain't no stopping us

My community service is picking paper up

If the drought end, it's Glocks and mad men

TECs are blasting, mixed with mag's and Mac Ten's

I played in play pens and stayed in the state pens

Don't think I ain't bigger because my weight thinner

On twenty-twos is how I carry myself

I'm like, oh, I might marry myself

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Dolla Boy]

Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like me

Never should've been let out the elementary

Dolla Boy, and I'd like to say

That I'm the hardest nigga from around my way

Here's a little story 'bout some niggas like we

Never should've been let out the penitentiary

Tity Boi, and I'd like to say

That I'm the slickest hustler, from around my way