| All this time that I spent up in here
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| Got me thinkin' 'bout the things that I did
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| Got me thinkin' like, «Why the fuck I did that?»
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| Got me wishin' that I could take it all back
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| Fighting with these demons, barely even eatin'
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| Barely even sleepin', this shit got me tweakin'
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| Fighting with my lawyers for a better offer
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| Just wanna see my daughter, 'cause
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| I’m locked up, they won’t let me out
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| They won’t let me out
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| I’m locked up, they won’t let me out
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| No, they won’t let me out
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| I’m locked up, they won’t let me out
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| Never thought I’d be caught up in these streets, yeah
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| Locked up, they won’t let me out
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| No, they won’t let me out
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| Havin' dreams about livin' my life
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| I’ve been havin' dreams about bein' outside
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| I’ve been, little baby girl, please, don’t cry, no
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| Please don’t, no, no
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| No, no, no, no (No)
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| Mama said, «Hold my hand, no crying, no»
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| All these niggas wanna take my life, I know
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| Little baby boy, please, don’t die, no
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| And I might, no, no
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| No, no, no, no (No)
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| Tell me why, tell me how I really love these niggas
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| Tell me why, tell me why would I trust these niggas
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| Hearin' voices in my head, sayin', «Fuck these niggas»
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| My niggas, my niggas, these ain’t my niggas
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| They gon' say what they gon' say, nigga, yeah, I know
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| They can say what they want, they don’t know what I know
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| Ain’t nothin' you can tell me 'bout this life I chose
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| I was facin' forty-seven life
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| I’m locked up, they won’t let me out
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| They won’t let me out
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| I’m locked up, they won’t let me out
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| No, they won’t let me out
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| I’m locked up, they won’t let me out
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| Never thought I’d be caught up in these streets, yeah
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| Locked up, they won’t let me out
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| No, they won’t let me out
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| I’m still tryna find that motive
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| Of why I did what I did
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| I didn’t wanna feel that struggle
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| Just wanted to hurry up and get rich
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| And while that money piled up
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| Jealous niggas askin' questions, «Why not us?» |
| Yeah
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| And when you get caught up, nobody wants to seem to be your rider, yeah
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| Everybody wanna talk the street code
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| But only followin', convenient for them
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| They quick to tell you that they’d ride for you, die for you
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| But quick to bite the hand that feeds them
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| I know I can’t keep lovin' you (Loving you)
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| I know I can’t keep trustin' you (Trustin' you)
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| I put my life in front of you (I put my whole life)
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| Tell me what I’m supposed to do
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| This shit gets complicated, ah (Complicated)
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| My blood, thought you was ride or die (Ride or die)
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| I was just tryna change your life (Tryna change your life)
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| But you had something else in mind (Something else in mind)
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| Yeah
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| Something else in mind, yeah
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| I’m locked up |