| I’m bein' watched by the task force
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| It’s a crash course
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| When they try to stop your only cash source
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| Fourteen with a crack charge
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| Where I’m from, some say it’s the slums
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| But I call it my backyard
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| Bad bitches, fast cars
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| Started off coppin' small then graduated to trap stars
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| I get chauffeured in the black car
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| My driver pull up and throw bricks
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| I sit in the back, bored
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| Me and moms was mad poor
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| Dad gone, I ain’t hurt yet, still I’m a tad small
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| Couldn’t cry, had to stand tall
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| Knockin' bags off in front of the store
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| Wishin' I had more
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| Fell in love with a bad whore
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| Her I had, though
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| She brought the bricks back in the Rav4
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| Back then, now fast-forward
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| Live wealthy, kids healthy, what more can I ask for?
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| Huh, right?
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| You know?
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| That’s all we really ask for, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| Long as the kid’s straight
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| You know what I mean?
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| Family good
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| That’s all that really matter, know what I mean?
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| Huh
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| Right
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| Yo
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| Let’s go
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| Y’all want me to fall easily
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| It’s easy to make money, it’s just hard legally
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| I told bitches I don’t care if y’all be with me
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| Know if I fall that’ll result to y’all leavin' me
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| I told my dogs I was there when y’all needed me
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| When I split the pie, I made sure it was done equally
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| But niggas snitchin' more recently
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| But me? |
| I would never speak to the people
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| I swore secrecy
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| But I found myself keepin' beef
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| Secret compartment in the V
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| That’s controlled by the heated seat
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| And I’m quiet when I see the police
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| Your words will be held against you in court
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| You’re not free to speak
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| I used to grind so eagerly
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| Eyes low like the Vietnamese because I needed sleep
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| I guess it’s just the beast in me
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| As the day pass, I gotta make cash
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| Then rest peacefully
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| Trust |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What More, artist - 38 Spesh. Album song 38 Strategies Of Raw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп