| I grew up, a fuckin' screw up
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| Tie my shoe up, wish they was newer
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| Damn, need somethin' newer
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| In love with the baddest girl in the city, I wish I knew her
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| I wish I won’t so shy, I wish I was a bit more fly
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| I wish that I, could tell her how I really feel inside
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| That I’m the perfect nigga for her, but then maybe that’s a lie
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| She like a certain type of nigga, and it’s clear I’m not that guy
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| Ball player, star player, I’m just watchin' from the side
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| On the bench, cause my lack of confidence won’t let me fly
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| I ain’t grow up with my father, I ain’t thinkin' bout that now
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| Fast forward four years or so from now I’ll probably cry
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| When I realize what I missed, but as of now my eyes are dry
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| Cause I’m tryna stay alive,
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| In the city where too many niggas die
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| Dreamin' quiet tryna dodge a suit and tie
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| Who am I? |
| Aye who am I? |
| (Yeah)
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| Things change, rearrange and so do I
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| It ain’t always for the better dawg I can’t lie
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| I get high cause the lows can be so cold
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| I might bend a little bit but I don’t fold
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| One time for my mind and two for yours
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| I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul
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| If you see my tears fall just let me be
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| Move along, nothing to see
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| I always did shit the hard way, my niggas *** slangin' in the hallway
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| Burnt CD’s and trees like this was broadway, Times Square
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| Kept the dimes there in the locker
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| Some Reggie Miller
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| With more brown hairs than Chubacca
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| Whispers that he got it for the low low
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| Sell a, dime for a dub, them white boys ain’t know no better
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| Besides, what’s twenty dollars to a nigga like that?
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| He tell his pops he need some lunch and he gon' get it right back
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| I peep game
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| Got home snatched my mama keychain, took her whip
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| The appeal, too ill to refrain
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| I hit the boulevard pull up to my nigga front door
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| His mama at home, she still let em' hit the blunt though
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| I told her hello and sat with my nigga and laughed
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| And talked about how we gon' smash all the bitches in class
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| I complimented how I see him out here getting his cash, and just asked
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| «What a nigga gotta do to get that? |
| Put me on»
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| He just laughed when he seen I was sure
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| 17 years breathing his demeanor said more
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| He told me, «Nigga you know how you sound right now?
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| You won’t my mans, I would think that you a clown right now
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| Listen, you everything I wanna be that’s why I fucks with you
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| So how you looking up to me, when I look up to you
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| You bout to go get a degree, I’ma be stuck with two choices
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| Either graduate to weight or selling number two
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| For what? |
| A hundred bucks or two a week?
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| Do you think that you would know what to do if you was me?
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| I got, four brothers, one mother that don’t love us
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| If they ain’t never want us why the fuck they never wore rubbers?»
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| I felt ashamed to have ever complained about my lack of gear
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| And thought about how far we done came
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| From trailer park to a front yard with trees in the sky
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| Thank you mama dry your eyes, there ain’t no reason to cry
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| You made a genius and I, ain’t gon' take it for granted
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| I ain’t gon' settle for lesser, I ain’t gon' take what they handed
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| Nah I’m gon' take what they owe me and show you that I can fly
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| And show ol' girl what she missing
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| The illest nigga alive
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| Aye who am I?
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| Things change, rearrange and so do I (Aye who am I?)
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| It ain’t always for the better dawg I can’t lie (Aye who am I?)
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| I get high cause the lows can be so cold
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| I might bend a little bit but I don’t fold
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| One time for my mind and two for yours
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| I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul
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| If you see my tears fall just let me be
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| Move along, nothing to see
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| I never felt better |