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Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life |
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I'll be thuggin' till the day |
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I die, this my life |
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You *****s don't know me |
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You can't slow me down, you can't hold me |
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So I'mma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong |
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They say why you so defensive? |
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I take that offensive |
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Comin' from the *******t that |
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I lived in |
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You wouldn't understand him unless you eye witness |
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Chillin' on the block where vacant lots are given |
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Women and children, missin' men in the picture |
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These *****s hit up sittin' down at some center |
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Get a kite with a flick of a chick, he once hit up |
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Ridiculous but that's us *****s |
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On the corner from dusk to dawn |
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Till that *******t whites brought to |
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America's gone |
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Be a good |
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Samaritan, my heritage was did wrong |
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So all that sufferin' that's just prolong |
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Long as you knowin' that strong arm robbery |
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Was brought on from this society deprivin' me |
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This brings violence if you're not survivin' |
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My environment, don't expect you to be drivin' in |
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Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life |
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I'll be thuggin' till the day |
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I die, this my life |
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You *****s don't know me |
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You can't slow me down, you can't hold me |
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So I'mma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong |
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Mama worked 37 years at the plant34 days she missed, that's where |
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I get my grind at |
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Her little *****, see her as father figure |
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Even though she got hips and tender ******* up |
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Show me how to maneuver snakes far as *****s |
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Eleanor Trice, one real sister |
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Raised the kids up to be go getters |
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Now a ***** living room big as an ampatheater |
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Got the theater *****, |
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I'm from the hood |
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So at times |
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I see the mirror and tell him he doin' good |
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Keep up my spirits 'cause *****s want him destroyed |
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But that's null and void when it comes to ya boy |
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I'm from Detroit, |
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Shady employee |
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I'm on a voyage tryna get more than royalties |
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*****s some royalty, that's why your ******* spoil me |
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O T R I C |
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EOnly my mama done seen me cry, this my life |
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I'll be thuggin' till the day |
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I die, this my life |
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You *****s don't know me |
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You can't slow me down, you can't hold me |
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So I'mma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong |
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I got visions of makin' executive decisions |
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But the system tells me to be realistic |
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You can't do *******t with |
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C's and D's |
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I can do the work, |
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I'm just interested in makin' cheese |
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So your schools can't control these |
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G'sHe got his own rules and do whatever he please |
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At ease to my soldiers that's feelin' |
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ObieLong as |
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I know my 1, 2, 3's |
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I'm flippin' |
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OZ'sA ***** can count like an accountant |
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Only difference is it ain't checks thatta be bouncin' |
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It's powder, peep what he's pronouncin' |
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Now he lives next to the teacher that denounced him |
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Doubted him, now look at the child's outcome |
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Deuce album got 'em speakin' highly in volume |
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I assume I'm valuable, they throwin' in the towel |
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Bow whenever they see him rollin' at diablo |
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Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life |
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I'll be thuggin' till the day |
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I die, this my life |
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You *****s don't know me |
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You can't slow me down, you can't hold me |
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So I'mma keep rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong |
