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[Djay] |
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Look this is my life, and it's a battle within |
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I gotta survive, even if I'm sinnin to win |
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And if I show no remorse I reap the devil's reward |
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He said he'd, give me riches but I'm lookin for more |
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When I was young, witnessed my dad, standin for right |
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Black pride in him even though he passin for white |
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Took years from my life, now I'm missin the man |
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Moms on some other shit and now I'm missin the plan |
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And so I'm... stuck in this fuck-a-marole |
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All the lessons to a young teen baby was cold |
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Then my pimpin-ass Uncle put me up on the game |
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It really ain't no love it's 'bout this, paper mayne |
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Put me in a position, got me out on a mission |
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Collectin from the hoes turned on to my pimpin |
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A nigga from Memphis dealin with life as a struggle |
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This is the gift I was given so I just live by my hustle |
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[Chorus 2X: Djay] + (singer, ad libbing at times) |
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(Keep hustlin) It ain't over for me, no it ain't over for me |
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(Keep, flowin) I'ma step my game up and get what's comin to me |
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[Djay] |
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Now I'm just gettin by, and it's FUCKIN with me |
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See others doin big thangs they was nothin to me |
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I'm seein what I used to be, and it's lookin legit |
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Got my hands on some music, started FUCKIN with it |
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Put it down hard, then I started bumpin to this |
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I let some others get a dose and they was NUTTIN to this |
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Let me check my connections cause we go back in the day |
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Say they was lookin for 'dro, heard I was hustlin hay |
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Got me connin my niggaz, spittin game to my hoes |
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This my opportunity I feel like anything goes |
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I was never 'sposed to see the new millenium mayne |
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And I refuse to let my dad die in vain |
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So I give it my all, you feel my struggle and pain |
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If you ain't feelin what I'm spittin trick you late to the game |
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But the closest ones to me know I'm holdin it down |
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You gon' feel me one day, we gon' be heard in the town |
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[Chorus] - 2.5X, singer ad libs to fade |