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Ah-ha, we doing it one more time ya heard me |
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Man the streets in me, the streets done made me |
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I grew up thugging, believe that |
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Me and Trae, we gon riot this year |
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Y'all gon respect that to the fullest, man look |
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We doing it like this here, check the peoples out man look [Hook: Shyna] |
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It's kinda hard to maintain, living like a true soldier |
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Living life on the edge, has got me so caught up |
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It's kinda hard to maintain, living like a true soldier |
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Everyday is a test, and |
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I just won't give up [Trae] |
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I remember back in the day, |
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I was confused as a child |
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And never thought that |
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I would grew up, to be this wild |
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I'm living life on the edge, to maintain is my job |
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They wanna see me crack under pressure, but giving in this too hard |
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They better get they army to swarm me, thinking they taking me out |
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I been a soldier out the gates, so fuck what you talking about |
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Guerilla Maab till |
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I'm leaving, |
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Trae, Dougie |
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D and Z-Ro |
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Call it what you wanna, you plex and you'll be six feet below |
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Cause I been insane living, ever since my brother was gone |
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Finally facing up with the truth, that he ain't coming back home |
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I know it's wrong moving on, and though it seems the game'll never change |
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I don't knock, |
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I gotta be strapped with a shank and a glock |
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Cause niggas be crucial on my block |
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And ain't no way they taking my stripes, |
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I ain't going out without a fight |
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Unless they catch a nigga, sleeping in the night |
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And even still there ain't no killing me, even if |
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I die I bet the world fin to remember me, a real nigga from the streets [Hook] [T.C.] |
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I'm out chea cousin, rioting and thugging |
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You could catch me in the hood, grinding and hustling |
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The streets mad me, all the radios play me |
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Ain't no turning back, ain't no nigga could fade me |
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I'm still on a cash route, and |
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I'm in a tight situation |
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Dog, the ball blast out |
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Still pulling masks out, at any time |
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Play with me whodi, you buy it and never find |
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Bitches make them cop calls |
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While my money keep the cops off, got |
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Trae posted |
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With a Mack, 'case anything pops off |
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I'm a made man young hustler, ain't no wankster in me |
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When I riot duck, that's that gangster in me |
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Head buster, got them people talking |
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I'm playing with a six shot, |
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I'ma fuck off this some whodi |
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Cause the streets too hot, too hot [Hook] [Trae] |
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Even nothing but the devil running me hot, and |
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I'm going crazy |
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All the shit that |
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I be facing, is what got me turning shady |
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They tell me to keep my head up, and it's easy for them to say |
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Cause they ain't going through what |
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I'm through, each and every day |
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When you living like |
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I'm living, and the block get bled |
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Running from the cops, praying them niggas never leave for dead |
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Cause I done seen it from every way, where the thugs and killas play |
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A nigga from around the way, that'll be strapped down with a |
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K And ain't trying to murder nobody, |
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I just wanna live my life |
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And I can't focus on my life, when these motherfuckers be shife |
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And I be searching for another way, please watch over |
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Trae Heavenly |
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Father guide me out, so |
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I can live another day |
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I gotta hold on, everything |
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I got on the line |
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Surviving is what |
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I'ma do, so |
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I'ma ride behind mine |
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Like it was all that |
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I had, or it be all that |
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I got Even if |
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I lose everything, it just ain't in me to stop [Shyna] |
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I'm trying so hard, to maintain |
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Knowing my life, will never be the same [x2] [Hook] [singing] |
