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Now how can one get up off the spot |
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God damn raise a family get up off the block |
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Where the city don't love and they don't care |
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But I will take you there |
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Now how can one get up off the spot |
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God damn raise a family get up off the block |
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Where the city don't love and they don't care |
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But I will take you there |
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Tell the sister like blood, little brother a thug |
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And how to survive the cracks in the middle of the mud |
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I'm the OG gangsta |
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VL in the truth |
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Every nigga, in my city know how to tussle and shoot |
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My lil' homey got killed over a key and a pound |
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So when I pump, pump blood |
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I'm a hold it down |
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His sister and his moms when |
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I come around |
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Showin' love to the family when ya' lose your ground |
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Wassup lil' man had to write you a rap |
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Just to let you know this nigga, still got yo' back |
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Ain't too much change still doin' my shows |
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Stayin' away from fake niggas, and busta ass hoes |
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But enough about me and everything in my world |
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Congrats lil' dad heard you had a lil' girl |
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If theres anything they need and they ever in a jam |
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Don't hesitate to ask y'all call ya' |
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FamNow how can one get up off the spot |
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God damn raise a family get up off the block |
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Where the city don't love and they don't care |
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But I will take you there |
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Now how can one get up off the spot |
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God damn raise a family get up off the block |
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Where the city don't love and they don't care |
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But I will take you there |
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But can you see life roomin' with no crack and pipe |
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And no weed to smoke no |
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Gs in sight |
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And no cris to bust no wheels on bikes |
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And no pussy to fuck nobody to like |
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But can you see life roomin' with no money and goods |
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Big money heavy weights with nobody to cook |
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Nobody to book nobody to look |
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Tryin' to get back what motherfuckers they took |
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All you see is that platinum shit |
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A ghetto nigga, on stage grabbin' his dick |
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But you don't know what |
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I have seen |
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From the bitches to the riches, to the triple beams |
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The project bricks the old school kicks |
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The early mornin' capers and the late night flicks |
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But since |
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I moved on things ain't the same |
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I chose rap you chose the game |
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Now how can one get up off the spot |
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God damn raise a family get up off the block |
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Where the city don't love and they don't care |
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But I will take you there |
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Now how can one get up off the spot |
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God damn raise a family get up off the block |
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Where the city don't love and they don't care |
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But I will take you there |
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See your mom still strugglin' you up in the pen |
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But mom just wonderin when the end gon end |
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When the guns gon stop from spinnin' the bin |
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Or when the hood gon block the dope in the pen |
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Or when the light shot out you up in the park |
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The white trunk out your homey got marked |
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Or every nigga, that talk or rat in his heart |
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Or every nigga, that talk should die in the dark |
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I never forgot you and what we did |
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And how we came up and where we lived |
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I'm seven forever turn coke to never |
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Hard head 'til |
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I'm dead until |
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I'm 'bout my cheddar |
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Gotta get my ends wanna push a |
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BenzEat steak live great and raise my twins |
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I can't believe |
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I'm talkin' to ya' now that ya' gone |
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I luv ya' bruh and this is my song |
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Now how can one get up off the spot |
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God damn raise a family get up off the block |
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Where the city don't love and they don't care |
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But I will take you there |
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Now how can one get up off the spot |
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God damn raise a family get up off the block |
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Where the city don't love and they don't care |
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But I will take you there |
