| They can’t get nothin' from me
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| I did some things, ain’t gain nothin' from it
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| I was locked up when they put them chains on me
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| (Great John on the beat, by the way)
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| Look, look
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| I’m about makin' money
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| Laughin', jokin' when there’s nothin' funny
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| You wasn’t there, can’t get nothin' from me
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| I did some things, ain’t gain nothin' from it
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| I was locked up when they put them chains on me, huh
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| Mama, just pray for me
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| I know you stressin', just wait on me, huh
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| Mama, just wait on me
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| You know they ain’t show no love to me
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| Some gon' look up to me, nigga
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| But fuck it, I’m coolin'
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| Ain’t have no bag for me
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| Say you feel bad for me
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| I got the work and I moved it
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| Charge like a battery
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| Demons, they battle me
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| I got some pain, I might lose it
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| (I got some pain, I might lose it)
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| (I got some pain and confusion)
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| I got some niggas who sentence like essays
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| I put all they names in my music, huh
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| Pain that we put in
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| Never let 'em tell you that you can’t, no, you couldn’t
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| Me and you could never be the same, no, we couldn’t
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| Get my mother rich, seen the chance and I took it
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| Sky was all black, never wished on a star, huh
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| Family proud of me now
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| Boy, you so dark, how you shine like a star? |
| Huh
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| How you shine like a star? |
| Huh
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| Boy, I’m about makin' money
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| Laughin', jokin' when there’s nothin' funny
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| You wasn’t there, can’t get nothin' from me
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| I did some things, ain’t gain nothin' from it
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| I was locked up when they put them chains on me, huh
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| Mama, just pray for me
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| I know you stressin', just wait on me, huh
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| Mama, just wait on me
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| I bet they don’t know how I’m feelin'
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| I bet they ain’t real
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| The look in my eyes, you can tell I’m a driller
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| I looked up to them killers
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| Takin' drugs, I hope these Percs don’t kill us
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| In my Birk', no filter, look
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| I want that new whip out the dealer
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| Gave my mama a couple of grand
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| I gotta move quick, can’t stand up
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| Been through shit that you won’t understand
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| I got some bruises won’t heal up
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| I just hope I get better again
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| Say you gon' do this, you gon' do that
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| I ain’t never see you do a thing
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| Gun to your head, son, like a durag
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| Feel a way and we bustin' your brain, look
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| You ain’t gon' bust on them things
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| I feel like an animal no one can tame, huh
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| Rather the fortune than fame
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| But you can get fortune without all of the fame
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| Don’t get split like a fraction
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| Me and my dawgs bite first, get to yappin' (Yappin')
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| Remember days loadin' up magazines
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| Now they see us, we all up in magazines
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| I’m about makin' money
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| Laughin', jokin' when there’s nothin' funny
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| You wasn’t there, can’t get nothin' from me
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| I did some things, ain’t gain nothin' from it
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| I was locked up when they put them chains on me, huh
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| Mama, just pray for me
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| I know you stressin', just wait on me, huh
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| Mama, just wait on me |