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Uh, yeah, Blocc Boy on the beat |
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It's Ca$his, spend some real shit |
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It's for my, it's for my seeds, nigga |
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It's still Shady though, hah |
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[Ca$his:] |
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Sit back right, all night spot post |
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Do the same thang, killin off black folks |
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Selling on the side, string save a mean mo' |
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To anything I own, rocks, crack, E and smoke |
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Got the picture of the seven little reasons |
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That keep, any nigga disrespectin me breathin |
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Still I be high, every time I see them |
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My babies, my angels, and they are my freedom |
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I know I'm on the grind, lately I ain't comin home |
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They keep you in my life, I never leave your mom alone |
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You know I'm whylin out, strayin strapped, ride or dyin |
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You hear the stories 'bout your daddy floatin 'round town? |
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But you call me up like, "Daddy I been findin out |
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That you caught Rico slippin, beat him up and stomped him out" |
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So when you go to school, you wanna do it too? |
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You just like me, how can I be mad at you? |
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[Chorus: Ca$his] |
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You ain't had to live like I did |
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And still you are just like me (you are just like me) |
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Hell I even did a bid and came back to see |
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You are just like me (you are just like me) |
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The only reason I ain't kill myself |
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Is for fear you'll be just like be (you'll be just like me) |
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You got the demons that's within myself |
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Now I see, you are just like me (you are just like me) |
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[Ca$his:] |
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Standin on the block, tryin to make my money clock |
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Servin situations, my nuts about a cock |
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I wanna stop but, y'all gotta have a lot |
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Even if it means sacrificin the life of your pops |
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I'm the breadwinner, I don't fear nann nigga |
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I don't trust nobody, I'm a man - liquor |
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Runnin through my veins, you runnin through my brain |
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I start to see your heart, we feel each other's pain |
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I talk to all of y'all when I say I love you mayne |
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One day we'll ball and I'll never have to leave again |
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Until that day comes, shorty be a G |
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I ride with y'all everywhere cause y'all are part of me |
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Here go my hugs and kisses, never give you up for bitches |
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Promise to give you riches, all of my lil' niggaz |
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Here go my hugs and kisses, never give you up for bitches |
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Promise to give you riches, all of my lil' niggaz (lil' niggaz) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Ca$his:] |
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Look how they talkin shit, twice a year I drop a ki' (so what) |
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I bet nobody ever love 'em like they daddy did |
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I teach 'em young, don't be rollin on no scary shit |
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Long as you love each other, you'll be very rich |
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Everybody question how I be affordin this |
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I make my money off of dicks and spend it on my kids |
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I'm sendin messages in bottles of imagination |
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So they can feel my presence, though they at home just waitin |
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My soldiers still in trainin, throwin up forks like they bangin |
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Know how to bogart, and never trust a stranger |
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They the ones I look to whenever I'm in danger |
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We walkin holdin hands, interlockin trigger fingers |
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This is my record to my kids, I'm a banger |
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And a father so my conversation must remain gangsta |
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This is my record to my kids, I'm a banger |
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And a father so my conversation must remain gangsta |
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[Chorus] |
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[Outro: Ca$his] |
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Yeah, it don't get much realer than that |
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Shady, Ca$his, uhh |
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Nigga, be a man, take care of yours |
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That don't make you no less gangsta |
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My nigga not take care of his |
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I take care of mine homie |
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I'ma give a individual shoutout to 'em |
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Miana, Jasmine, Ramani, Rashanti |
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Lil' Mone, and Rah Monique, Tavian |
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They are just like me [echoes] |
