| We don’t want to do anythin' to scare your children
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| That’s last thin' we want to do
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| We don’t want to scare anybody
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| You are my, my every, my everythin'
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| It’s so hard to choose
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| But somehow I chose you
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| I love you
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| (So gone, so one, so gone, so gone)
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| When people ask me for some money, I tell them get in line
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| Another funeral I done paid for, all my niggas dyin'
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| I got that PTSD syndrome, all I hear is sirens
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| I text my nigga but I guess he ain’t, he ain’t replyin'
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| Smile in your face and when you turn back, they stab your spine
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| I wear shades and carry sticks like I’m legally blind
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| A tall nigga in a coupe so I’m easy to find
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| She want Versace so I flew her straight out to Mulan
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| And ain’t no cappin' in my rap, you know you pussy need a pap
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| I’m from the Southside off on that, I’m in my bag I got a sack
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| Grown niggas get upset if I don’t give them no money
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| But you ain’t do nothin' to them niggas when they slid on your homie
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| I ain’t savin' nobody unless she here to stay
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| You know the thighs match the ass, ass match the waist
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| You know the tires match the rims, rims match the rate
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| And if she loyal, then she spoiled, nigga, that’s my baby
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| You saved me from myself, I don’t need nobody else
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| You saved me from myself, I don’t need nobody else
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| You saved me from myself, I don’t need nobody else
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| You saved me from myself, I don’t need nobody else
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| Now let me tell you 'bout that youngin' who fresh outta prison
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| Say he misguided, he be wildin', he just want attention
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| That Nation business, I stand tall, so when you talk I listen
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| That money talk so I’m just hopin' I’m the one they mention
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| Upgrade my swag, I walk on stage and still got cases pendin'
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| Run with some hittas out Savannah bangin', rollin' 60s
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| Look my lil' niggas tote the hammer, no such thing as missin'
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| And plus I’m fresh out that slammer, I go hard, no quittin'
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| I brought that work, I don’t need no glock
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| That damn wrapped around that glock, I’m posted on the block
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| Can’t love nobody, you don’t love yourself
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| Put all my feelings on the shelf
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| And I just only need my niggas, I feel I don’t need nobody else
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| You saved me from myself, I don’t need nobody else
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| You saved me from myself, I don’t need nobody else
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| You saved me from myself, I don’t need nobody else
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| You saved me from myself, I don’t need nobody else |