| I’m a man I gotta take care of my family
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| Fighting these precious in my life
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| I know my mind should be on shining and getting grammis
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| But these streets won’t say a goodbye
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| I can’t say goodbye
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| To the blocks
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| Goodbye
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| To the hood
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| Goodbye
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| To the streets (to my problems)
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| I can’t say goodbye
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| To the hood
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| Goodbye
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| To the blocks
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| Goodbye
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| To the streets
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| I can’t say goodbye goodbye
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| To the blocks
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| Goodbye
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| To the streets
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| Goodbye
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| To the hood
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| I can’t say goodbye
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| To the hood
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| Goodbye
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| To the blocks
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| Goodbye
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| To the homies
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| I quess it’s tru, you can’t take the hood out a homeboy
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| Plus, my hood just lost another homeboy
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| Another one got life, and we don’t know, if he coming home boy
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| They in the street tell me «just leave it alone boy,
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| Let them do them take care of your own boy»
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| But I said back brake a bound, before I was drome boy
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| You had dreams of being a dope boy
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| Yeah, I was runnin’from the po po Banging for the turth, late night huntin'
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| Puttin’me in work, good day comin', airbrush, shirt,
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| Pay day, get the spot, got my hair cut first
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| Made mom sick when I wouldn’t go to church
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| Yeah I live in the burbs, but I think 21st
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| I know since I left that it’s gotten much worse
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| But I’d still be there, if I couldn’t write a verse
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| I’m a man I gotta take care of my family
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| Fighting these precious in my life
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| I know my mind should be on shining and getting grammis
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| But these streets won’t say a goodbye
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| To the the blocks that raise me, the enemies and the homies that made
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| Me, tough enough to hang on the corners that would moul me Critics wonder if I’m tryna be the old me,
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| But if the thing the old me ever left, then they don’t really know me,
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| And don’t know, we don’t change, we just become OG, you always addicted
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| To the life, you just don’t OD, I owe the streets before they owe me Took me in when my moma didn’t want me, to wild to be a child, and cops
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| Not around now, all I got now is the homies, to teach me, how to be a man
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| In what not, how to brake ounces in the grams ??
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| The reason I’m so nice with my hands ?? |
| shit, you think I forgot, man
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| I’m a man I gotta take care of my family
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| Fighting these precious in my life
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| I know my mind should be on shining and getting grammis
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| But these streets won’t say a goodbye
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| Thank good every day that the boy could spit
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| And all around the world they enjoyin’my shit
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| I know I got plenty more wars to get
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| I got a, beautiful wife and some gorgeous kids
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| But it wouldn’t be right if I ignore the shit
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| They made me how I am, the music in the man
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| Told me that I can for the world gave a damn
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| If it wasn’t for my shit, they sayin’stick to the plan
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| Probably be a gun instead of a pen in my hand
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| Probably be doin’a dub and the ?? |
| with my man
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| The say leaders streets but they don’t really understand
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| All I had was the block, when I didn’t have fans
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| Wrapped on the corners when I couldn’t get spins
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| All I had was the homies when I didn’t have kids
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| If it all come down and my carrer was to end, I’m sure my name
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| Would live. |
| in the streets
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| I’m a man I gotta take care of my family
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| Fighting these precious in my life
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| I know my mind should be on shining and getting grammys
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| But these streets won’t say a goodbye
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| I just can’t say goodbye
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| I can’t say goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| I can’t say goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| I can’t say goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| I can’t say goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| You can take the man out the streets,
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| But you can’t take the streets out the man |