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Mama got bills |
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Papa got ghost |
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My new father figure's popping that toast |
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On the corner where the dopeman boast |
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Arguing who got the most |
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Barely got a pot for roast |
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(Starving) |
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But always have pots for coke |
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When you're broke the hood got jokes |
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A lot of brothers doing good got smoked |
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Many blood stains paint the ave |
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Makes you wonder what choice we have |
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(Not many) |
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I chose not to take that path |
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I ain't trying to feel the DA's wrath |
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So I push it on the freeway fast |
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Trying to see another b-day pass |
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Some think my success won't last |
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Still I go hard and get cash |
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Since you don't know |
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It's Guilty you feel me |
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My foes want to kill me |
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I can feel it |
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One day you gotta go |
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And I know |
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But the dough got me dreaming of filthy |
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I'm'a get it |
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Since you don't know |
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Just pop in the disc and you gettin' the real me |
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I'm the realest |
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(Guilty Simpson) |
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My friend got killed |
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His girl got problems |
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She saw what happened when they robbed him |
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The block got eyes and ears |
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The strong survive so dry your tears |
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Be leery of the guys you speak with |
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Showing emotion is a sign of weakness |
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And that's deep shit |
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Sometimes the ones you beef with are the ones you eat with |
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And that's sad to say |
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I hate it that your friends gotta act that way |
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Money is the roof when you stack that pay |
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They want to do you like MLK |
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Catch you on the balcony |
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Shoot you in the head |
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Face down dead |
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Take all your bread |
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Haters got setups to murk you ballers |
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That's why I had to make my circle smaller |
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Since you don't know |
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It's Guilty you feel me |
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My foes want to kill me |
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I can feel it |
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One day you gotta go |
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And I know |
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But the dough got me dreaming of filthy |
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I'm'a get it |
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Since you don't know |
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Just pop in the disc and you gettin' the real me |
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I'm the realest |
