| You’ve always been a good child
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| Come on, let’s talk
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| No, mommy
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| I wasn’t always a good child, mommy
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| Y’all niggas think I ain’t come from the bottom, man
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| Oh, y’all think I ain’t still speakin' that street shit?
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| Come on, man
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| Fuck the streets, man
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| The streets don’t love us
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| Man, we livin' to die
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| For my fam, man, I’m willin' to die
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| That image of my brother layin' dead is still in my mind
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| You can see the pain still in my eyes
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| That smile you see me with, man, that shit a disguise
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| I ain’t happy, nigga (Happy)
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| Ain’t shit sweet (No)
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| Seein' a young black man goin' six feet (Damn)
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| Oh, you tough nigga (Oh, you tough)
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| But you ten deep
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| I got two lions with me, you got ten sheep (Pussy)
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| Street math, Blood (Huh?)
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| Ain’t no time for no beef, I’m chasin' the bag, Blood (Huh?)
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| I left my opps in the past, Blood
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| Ain’t no bad blood (Nah)
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| I got three eyes open, one in the back, Blood (Huh?)
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| Just in case these niggas get out of character (Grr)
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| I’m runnin' from police, hoppin' the banister (We out)
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| I’m takin' risks for my mother, just to take care of her (I love you, ma)
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| And you can call me a dyke, but niggas was scared of her (They was scared)
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| I swear my heart colder than winter in Canada (Huh?)
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| That’s why I carried the heater
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| Used to drink the Hennessy by the liter
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| I used to be at Blu crib, weighin' and baggin' the weed up (Fact)
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| Stuff the pack in the box and brief a little bit in my sneaker
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| Posted up in the V, seein' the D’s try and creep up
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| Just to harass us, just to be dickheaded bastards
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| Searchin' the car, tryna trap us
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| But can’t prove that we trappers (No)
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| Never went to church, 'cause I believe in God, not a pastor
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| Yeah, the Devil work, but God work faster
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| I seen my brother go from human to Casper
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| From a bed to a casket
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| Tryna move on, but it’s like my life goin' backwards
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| Life a bitch, man, I swear every nigga done smashed her
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| Sometimes I hate that bitch with a passion
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| I believe in real life
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| Y’all niggas believe what y’all read in the caption
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| We ain’t tweetin', I ain’t preachin'
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| Man, we really in action
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| Nothin' change, still quick to crack the egg in ya basket, motherfucker
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| Ain’t no love in the streets
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| Fuck you, if you ain’t fuckin' with me
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| All that love that you showin', that mean nothin' to me
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| I don’t trust niggas, niggas be plottin' and schemin'
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| Really tryna rock you to sleepin'
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| Like why they hate a nigga for no reason?
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| Why they hate a nigga for no reason?
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| Is it because the money bustin' out the seams?
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| I swear there’s no love in these streets
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| Ain’t no love in these— (Uh)
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| I couldn’t thank my mama enough (Thank you)
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| She the reason I don’t give up
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| She the reason I’m tough (I love you, ma)
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| She the reason if a bitch leave me, I don’t give a fuck (No)
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| 'Cause a bitch is just a bitch and a nut is a nut
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| These hoes choosin' (Huh?)
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| This world is full of fake and confusion (Facts)
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| I’m just married to the money and committed to music (Facts)
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| Real niggas still exist, I’m one of the few who can prove it (Facts)
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| Loyalty nowadays is just a painted illusion
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| Crazy, you can have heat with the same nigga you cool with (Uh)
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| End up shootin' the same nigga you shoot with (Grrr)
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| Moral of the story, man, watch who you move with
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| 'Cause that jealousy ain’t nothin' to fool with (Uh, uh)
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| Man, they left my brother dead on that pavement (On that pavement)
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| The same niggas he would hang with and bang with (What the fuck?)
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| And we claimin' this gang shit (What?)
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| That’s why I keep the Glock when I’m sleepin'
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| 'Cause I don’t even trust the niggas I eat with
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| Ain’t no love in the streets
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| Fuck you if you ain’t fuckin' with me
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| All that love that you showin', that mean nothin' to me
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| I don’t trust niggas, niggas be plottin' and schemin'
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| Really tryna rock you to sleepin'
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| Like why they hate a nigga for no reason?
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| Why they hate a nigga for no reason?
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| Is it because the money bustin' out the seams?
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| I swear there’s no love in these streets
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| Ain’t no love in these— |