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(feat. Dona) |
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Aiyyo, real niggaz live off of principles |
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If you want it bad enough, I'ma give it to you |
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If your nigga ain't faithful, then fuck him too |
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I don't trust to many niggaz, just roll with a few |
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East New York, flooded with Bloods |
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I took care of responsibilities before I turned to Dove |
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They quick to judge when they see me in the streets but fuck 'em |
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Yall don't really live like me, in the hood like me |
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With crackheads and dopefiends unconditionally |
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I show love to the niggaz whose real with me and reality friends is hard to keep |
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I can't trust nobody in the industry, motherfuckers don't want to see Dona eat |
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I never been the type to panic, fall under pressure in dispair and vanish |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Respect me, I'm respect you |
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Niggaz ain't stupid, they know who to step to |
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Don't get it twisted, if you feel something handle your business |
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Real niggaz recognize realness |
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For years I've been waiting for this moment |
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My feelings wrapped up in this moment, I can't control it |
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Driven by something bigger than a dollar sign |
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And momma always said make best of the worst times |
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For the first time, I see shit clearly |
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Writing at the table with captain crunch and dairy(?) |
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Dare to be nothing like them, they turned their backs on God |
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And he gave his only son, am I'm the only one whose keeing it real |
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We struggle everyday just to eat a decent meal |
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Keep a roof over our heads and over dead prez, they shooting at our heads |
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And either way, our children suffer from lead |
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You don't want to see me make it |
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Rather see me dead/but real bitches do gangsta things |
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I do whatever nigga to feed my team |
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[Chorus] |
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Seven days out of the week, I'm on my j-o-b |
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Little to know sneak(?), my fam gotta eat |
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Fuck trying to get by, we multiply |
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In my hood everyday a young nigga dies |
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Its a blessing to be alive, hungry to get these pies |
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I drop versus, niggaz feel deep inside |
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No question, its a respect thing, I'ma keep it real with Tims and Pepe |
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All the money in the world couldn't change the way I think |
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Streets are watching every move I make |
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These niggaz are fake always coming at you wrong |
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Brownsville still going strong |
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Friends become enemies, nigga you never been a friend of me |
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Always pretending to be my closet friend |
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Like I'm stupid enough to let you in |
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[Chorus] |
