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In my life, in my life there's been heartache and pain |
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In my life there's been heartache and pain |
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There's been heartache and pain |
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In my life there's been heartache and pain |
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I'm still that regular, cetera cat, from the street |
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Thuggin' it, lovin' my life as memph bleek |
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But I'm stuck with, huggin' that block, sellin' that |
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DGrew up with, nothin' but killas and |
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O.G.'sI'm the product of the ghetto 'til they bag me up |
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With a bail stash in case they snatch me up |
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I'm a soldier in this war and |
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I resemble my pops |
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I ain't nothin' like him, that's where this criminal stop |
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I provide for the fam, divide them grams |
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Cook it, make flips, survival plans |
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Bein' successful, |
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I had every intent |
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But I went to the high school a playin' the bench |
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We live off with, just like our switch-up strips |
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I was raised by the gun so |
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I switch up clips |
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Gettin' my hustle on, tryin' switch up kicks |
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I won't change bein thug, |
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I won't switch up shit it's my life nigga |
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In my life there's been heartache and pain |
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In my life there's been heartache and pain |
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There's been heartache and pain |
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In my life there's been heartache and pain |
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I've put work in, for me to reach this level |
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To let the world know that |
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I speak for the ghetto |
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I've been through the struggle, downfall and the hurt |
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Puttin' the close one, deep in the dirt |
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I lost one a my road dogs in nine-eight |
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I still see him everytime |
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I look in his mom's face |
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But don't cry ma', we gon' see the light |
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I know he up in |
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Heaven and he gon' lead us right |
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I live by the street so |
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I'm a die by the street |
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As long as |
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I'm alive his daughter'll never need |
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We used to be this close |
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But now it feel we this far apart, me and that nigga can't talk |
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We can't bag and kick it, bag some bitches |
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Only time |
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I see 'em, is when |
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I glance at pictures |
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But I gotta face the fact, my nigga is gone |
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But I'm a ride to the death, and still |
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I mourn In my life nigga |
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In my life there's been heartache and pain |
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In my life there's been heartache and pain |
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There's been heartache and pain |
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In my life there's been heartache and pain |
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In my life, in my life |
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Sometimes |
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I just grab the car keys and ride |
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With no music, |
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I'm just ridin the vibe |
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I done came a long way, from usin' the plate |
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Touchin' the eight, who would've thought |
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I'd make it today |
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It was just yesterday, moms waitin' on the stamps |
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The spot got shot up, and |
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Dre still locked up |
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It's me against the world with no brother, just a revolver |
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And I ain't thinkin' about seein' tomorrow |
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I got sixty-two grams and a six-shot eight |
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With plans to hit the block and get shit straight |
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But my dog just got shot, spot just got rushed |
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I lost all my weight when the crack pot bust |
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I was left with zip, zero, nothin' |
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That's when |
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I realized that my life ain't 'bout nothin' |
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The world wouldn't understand bleek in the street |
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So I took it to the booth and gave y'all the speech |
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In my life there's been heartache and pain |
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In my life there's been heartache and pain |
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There's been heartache and pain |
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In my life there's been heartache and pain |
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There's been heartache and pain |
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In my life there's been heartache and pain |
