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[Talking:] |
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Don't forget the drank and the ****** ****** |
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Not so much on the hoes, but really the ****** though for real |
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[Z-Ro:] |
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If you think that Bentley means I made it, then you sadly mistaken |
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That's just the money I saved up, another chance I was taking |
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So many more hustles besides rapping, my ass is Jamaican |
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Told y'all life was aiight when the money came, truth is I was faking |
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I can't remember the last fifteen years, it's a cloud of kush smoke |
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Port 180 and Port 12, prescriptions for some good ****** |
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Sued for this and sued for that, I made it up out my hood though |
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I don't feel I'm really appreciated, unless I'm in my hood though |
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Truth is, all them ******z might hate me like a mo'****** |
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Truth is, sometimes I even hate me like a mo'****** |
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Cause no matter how far I get, away from the hating |
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Either it's fifteen minutes away from me, or it's right in my face |
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When the ****** a stranger show you more respect, than the person you lay down with |
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Trying to tell the person you lay down with, I hope you drown ****** |
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When you see me without my jewelry on, in one of them foreign whips |
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I'm never ever smiling, cause I never ever learned how to enjoy this ******t |
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[Hook:] |
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I know what it look like, I'm on top and it's all good |
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Truth is, I'm fifteen minutes from living back in the hood |
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I know what it look like, I don't have a care in this world |
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******t but I'm sick to my stomach, from worry I just might hurl |
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I know what it look like, I'm just having a good time |
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Can't concentrate on the money, cause I'm losing my mind |
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I know what it look like, I'm the man of steel |
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God done already let me know, I'm just a man for real |
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[Billy Brasco:] |
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Now every time you see me, it look like I'm balling brah |
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But you don't see my pain mayn, and the problems I got piling up |
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I got police on my ******, now I gotta keep my antennas up |
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But I'ma keep getting rich, that's prolly why I don't give a ****** |
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And the streets say they need me, and this cash that I mash for |
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But these snitch ******z so weak, they telling on they own kin folks |
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And you gotta watch your family, cause they could be your worst enemy |
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And we gon' make it out the hood, if you a real G then it's understood |
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And I'm steady choking on good, better yet a lit cigarette |
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Cause I can't take this pain mayn, letting all this stress that's on my neck |
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And much respect for my homies, that's caught off in the struggle |
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Keeping that tool for a ****** ******, wan' flex his muscle |
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And you gotta keep hustling head up, and sent two steps |
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You think that you got it bad, my bro just for two and his kids arrest |
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Lock my up for my videos, the police say they too real |
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So when I see em I drop my top, and work my wood wheel |
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And it's R.I.P. to the Pimp, and much love to that Bun |
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That's just the life I chose, a trill ****** on the run |
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And this only for my family son, so when them props come |
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I'ma be a gangsta bout em, and let my hustle embrace em partna |