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Song title: Gino Marley - Robert Horry

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(Hook)
Same place I hustle, at the crib around the corner
The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it
The money come, the money go, it’s just another story
I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry
Robert Horry, Robert Horry
I’ve been shootin from them corners just like Robert Horry
The city that I grew up in, it’s best you keep on it
Raised in the streets, it’s just another hood story

(Verse)
I ain’t never satisfied cus I ain’t have a lot
Them early mornings, fuck the crib, I’m headed to the block
Can never snooze, you steal a bag, I swear them choppas chop
My clientele run through the hood, I go from block to block
I’m Robert Horry, my Tony Parker, he pass the glock
Gun talks so you don’t hear my voice a lot
My el bronco, that cheap Prada for fiends to cop
My young shooters got big toasters, we scorching hot
I know you niggas think this like a hurdle, roll the top
And since I came from the bottom all I want is top
Raised in the streets, sometimes you gotta thank the block
And since I came from the bottom all I want is top

(Verse)
Robert Horry (I’m Robert Horry! )
We putting up the shots, if we shoot we scorin
The competition boring
Drive the coupe so fast, I swear I feel like I’m soaring
Smoking blunts, they back to back, I’m in it for the moment
Foreign tops from 10 bitches and bikini tops
My finger’s itchin, the finger scratch it, I’m squeezing shots
Play a Rollie, keep your cool if the pressure hot
It’s a cold world, I play it with the heat I cop
From street corners to tap it hard out my people spot
I’m just a playa in the game that been through a lot
From street corners to tap it hard out my people spot
I’m Robert Horry, if I’m shootin I’m scorin