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[Trae] Somebody help him that boy ain't tripping, he really misunderstood |
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Addicted to doing bad, but he trying to get out the hood |
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Life as an adolescent, got him stressing back in the day |
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Now he paranoid, ducking and dodging to get away |
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You would think a hard life, is what he prayed to have |
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Everytime he reached out for love, there was nobody he could grab |
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That's why he was cold inside, he took his pain as strive |
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With a 4-5, minus one to stay alive |
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A ghetto baby is what he was, his uncle was doing drugs |
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And left him to be a thug, on the corner with nigga slugs |
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His brother was locked up, and mama was stressed out |
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He was a good kid, until reality turned him out 20 years old, on the way to becoming a man |
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Live in another world, people would never understand |
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Loving to be alone, feeling like he would meet the end |
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The good life, was never part of the plan [Hook] |
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Let me tell you a story, bout a dude |
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I know With so much pain in his heart, it wouldn't show |
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And he never knew when his life, was gon go |
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Everytime he'd step out, he grabbed the fo'-fo' |
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Let me tell you a story, bout a dude |
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I know With so much pain in his heart, it wouldn't show |
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Everybody he knew, was living so shife |
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But he kept on moving, trying to live life [Trae] |
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Now he running the block |
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With a pocket full of rocks, missing |
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FED time And watching hating niggaz, so he don't wind up with dead time |
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Cause everything he got, that nigga rightfully earned |
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Get in his way behind his paper, he was subject to leave you burned |
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Plus he running with a click of guerillas, that's living shife |
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And hated life, the only way out was to pay the price |
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He was ready for whatever, decisions he made his own |
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And since they pissed him off, he would prolly be moving alone |
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Doing his own thang, to hell with the consequences |
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Real ran through his blood, and them niggaz payed attention |
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He wanted to get it together, but it was prolly too late |
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He took the wrong turn, and that's what decided his fate |
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It wasn't his fault, but that's how the game done got him |
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Swallowed him up and left him, to be on the rock bottom |
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Without no say-so, a victim of circumstance |
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Put in a situation, begging for a hand [Hook] [Trae] |
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Nowhere to turn nowhere to go, so he contemplate suicide |
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Mentally out of line, needing help but he got pride |
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He got a child on the way, but his baby mama don't want him |
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Cause he broke without a job, and probation be leaning on him |
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Three strikes, and he heated to live in the penitentiary |
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Believe me it get lonely, to niggaz without a family |
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He might get lost to the system, or might get shanked in a bed |
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The thought of calling it quits, gotta be running through his head |
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He don't know what to do, he praying he in a dream |
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Waking up in a cold sweat, to be shaking it like a fiend |
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But he can't get away, so he be running out his mind |
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People looking for him, so he know he running out of time |
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One of three things can happen, he can run or wind up dead |
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Or go out on his own, with a 44 to the head |
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No one ever really knew, cause ain't nobody seen him since |
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He disappeared in the night, with no evidence [Hook x2] [Hook] |
