| I’m from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no
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| I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill,
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| I can hear, let them hear, sing a song…
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| Thank you, thank you, love it isn’t there, chill, chill,
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| Yeah, took a long time, wasn’t over night
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| Always had to fight, money wasn’t looking right
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| Me and my mama grinding, every day’s a struggle, more bills than juggle
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| Outside is trouble, no… the… just getting bigger
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| But I ain’t mad at you paps, you’re still my nigger
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| Had my low jobs, sold my low cracks, but I really want my boys heard or wax
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| Had flash backs, homies getting killed, blood getting spilled
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| Jails getting billed, shit’s twisted, real statistic
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| Being a rapper, this wasn’t realistic
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| Drug dealer was, triple bean, cocaine, you ain’t gotta spit it sixteen
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| Had big plans for my whole team, we gonna pop off no matter how hard it seems
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| I’m from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no
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| I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill,
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| I can hear, let them hear, sing a song…
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| Thank you, thank you, love it isn’t there, chill, chill,
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| Ladies, sing the song
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| Yeah, now I’m rolling in the S class
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| Big houses, signs, no trespassing
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| Free at last, Martin Luther King, yeah, vip, Louie 13
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| Spending money on that rose gold, big diamonds, club in the… hole
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| Money can’t fold, gotta lay it out, two chicks, which one got a weight it out?
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| Got ammo on me, in case we gotta spray it out
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| Know what I’m about, too many damn chairs, too much hustling for papers all
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| these damn years
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| Now I got it, I’m a keep it, yeah
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| I’m from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no
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| I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill,
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| I can hear, let them hear, sing a song…
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| Thank you, thank you, love it isn’t there, yeah
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| Yeah, I ain’t forget where I’m from, I breathe hip hop down to my last lung
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| For the Dj’s that play my records, yo
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| For my fans that show me love at my show, yeah
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| For my homies that stuck with me
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| People on the radio stations who fuck with me
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| Who can’t be real, and they act dumb
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| Thank you, tell them where I’m from
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| I’m from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no
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| I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill,
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| I can hear, let them hear, sing a song…
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| Thank you, thank you, love it isn’t there, chill, chill,
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| It’s not what I hear, too many tears
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| It’s not what I hear, too many tears, tears, oh, oh, blood, tears, oh. |