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Yeah, yeah, yeah* |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Just in case you was wondering |
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I did make the beat |
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Yeah, cause we just (children of the world) |
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And they wonder why we bang |
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Cause police do the same, that's the only rival gang |
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I'm just sitting here, praying to my father |
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Tired of today, forever scared of tomorrow |
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Where's a scale I could borrow? Cause living ain't cheap |
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I dropped out of school, pops, cause college ain't free |
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Plus college ain't me, sitting in the class |
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Questions rushing in my brain but I'm too proud to ask |
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Take it all in stride, teacher talking physics |
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And I just want to be fly |
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What good is a degree when there's no jobs to apply? |
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And fast food won't do 'cause you overqualified |
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I'm feeling like hustling |
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Tired of the foodstamps and budgeting |
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Running in so much work with school buzzing in |
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God, and I risk the only things we be trusting in |
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All else fails, I'm in a casket like fuck it then |
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Either get rich or die poor |
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Nigga fell short and god damn, but he tried though |
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I'm pretty sure my first words were "survival" |
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Looking for the answers to my problems in the Bible |
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Cause we just try and decode all the secrets |
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My conversations with God always seem leave him speechless |
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And even when I was at my worst like "we got to make this work" |
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My girl found time to leave me, too broke to give a fuck, though |
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My past relationships got me like "what up, ho? " |
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I'm just bitter, I ain't asking what you fuck for |
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As disrespectful, I admit |
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I was just saying, if you wonder why I call you "bitch" |
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Cause we just, guess I look up to the pimps |
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I ain't saying it wasn't wrong, but they had the freshest fits |
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The cars and the broads and the kicks |
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Is something to strive for when you ain't never had shit |
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I'm feeling like what the fuck, they want my soul |
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Like my ancestors' ain't enough |
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If I can't trust my own government, who can I trust? |
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If I abuse myself daily, who can I love? |
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Shorty might have AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure enough |
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That be the day that the rubber bust or I have a kid |
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The pride to all the things that my father did |
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Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on some rapper shit |
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They gave me Hell like I asked for it |
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Signing everything under the sun but they ain't after K.R.I.T. |
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I guess I didn't swag enough |
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Stupid fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough |
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Popping tags, model bitches, couldn't brag enough |
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Bubble kushy, stupid loud patch it, lag enough |
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Steady acting like I ain't had enough |
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Ten chains on your neck like you ain't flash enough |
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I wreck so many times, I guess I ain't crash enough |
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On the track like I'm pushing crack, bag it up |
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I tell these niggas to back it up |
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My bitch like Scar's, gave the Louis rag to her |
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'Sace shades on my eyes like I ain't seeing the hate |
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Too fresh to death, I couldn't attend to wait |
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That's too lyrical, he been round busting |
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Mississippi? Well, he don't sound Southern |
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He be down cause it's since '05, I swear |
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The game's a pound of Reggie |
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So anything I sell's a breath of air |
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Yeah, fuck with me |
