| They gon' try to take your soul by any means, mine still intact
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| I rose from where roses don’t grow
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| Still flourish and blossom though, yeah
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| Still stuntin' on them niggas who doubted
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| Why you hate on me?
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| They doubted me, outed me, didn’t want me to flourish
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| I come from the ghetto where we was famished, malnourished
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| When people first heard me, they thought that I was a fluke
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| But I’m a real nigga like Kunta Kinte from Roots
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| I’ma keep runnin' even without any shoes
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| Got family in Louisiana, out there in the boot
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| My niggas be huntin' and they’ll give you the blues
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| They don’t do music but they some Pros with the Tools
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| Broken towel racks and bullet tissue holders
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| Used to keep the bacon fat up in a can of Folger’s
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| And if the heater ain’t workin' and it’s freezin' cold
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| We open up the oven and turn on the stove, UH!
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| Makin' a way out of no way, I did that (Did that)
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| They gon' try to take your soul by any means, mine still intact
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| I rose from where roses don’t grow
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| Still flourish and blossom though, yeah
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| Still stuntin' on them niggas who doubted
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| Why you hate on me?
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| They doubted me
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| Boosie on death row with Manson, they clowned me
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| Come from the gutter, no cap, the real gutter (Gutter)
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| One of the few who made somethin' outta nothin' (Gutter)
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| I learned how to cook cocaine from my uncle in the game
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| He was a dope dealin' wit' a name
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| Struggle all winter, broke all summer (Man)
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| Remember only fuckin' two hoes all summer (Man)
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| Mama showed pain when I cried to the Lord
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| Daddy bang a needle, on game, swear to God
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| Keep on the water on the stove, make it hot, shit was real
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| Now a nigga livin' on the fuckin' hill
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| That’s what it is
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| Makin' a way out of no way, I did that (Did that)
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| They gon' try to take your soul by any means, mine still intact
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| I rose from where roses don’t grow
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| Still flourish and blossom though, yeah
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| Still stuntin' on them niggas who doubted
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| Why you hate on me? |