| Drumma Boy
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| What’s goin' on in real life though?
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| When you get off that microphone
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| You know what I mean?
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| Yeah, I’m talkin' 'bout for real life though
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| Grandma called and told me that she need a new car
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| Said she heard that her grandson is a superstar
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| Mama said don’t worry, she sick but she good though
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| Mama and daddy in the suburbs but they hood though, yeah
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| My lil brother locked up just for tryna get some paper
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| But I can’t blame him 'cause his big brother a paper chaser
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| Keep some money on his books, man that young nigga straight
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| He said he don’t want no visits, that young nigga eight
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| My best friend’s mama gettin' sicker by the day
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| Cancer took over her body, got her all in pain
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| My homie goin' through it, I see it all in his face
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| Now everybody bow your head, it’s time to pray
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| Tell your mama you love her while she here (for real)
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| Tell your pops that you love him while he here (for real)
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| Tell your homeboy you love him while he here (for real)
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| One day you here, next day you gone, for real (ayy, ayy ayy!)
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| It’s that time of the year
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| It’s a lot of shit goin' on 'round here
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| Tell your bitch that you love her while you here
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| If it wasn’t for her, would your kids be here?
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| Sometimes I just sit back and think
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| Do I think too hard or do I think enough?
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| Everything that I do I got a son watching now
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| I got nephews and lil cousins that look up to me
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| Yeah I made it up out them streets nigga, luckily
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| Only if you knew what I been through
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| Mama stressin' out 'cause the rent due
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| Went to grandma grave and told her I miss you
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| It’s hard to stay focused out here livin' in hell
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| The only way to get ahead is if you catchin' sales
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| You got niggas out here every day catching shells
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| It’s real life shit right here, no fairy tales
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| Tell your mama you love her while she here (for real)
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| Tell your pops that you love him while he here (for real)
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| Tell your homeboy you love him while he here (for real)
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| One day you here, next day you gone, for real (ayy, ayy ayy!)
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| It’s that time of the year
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| It’s a lot of shit goin' on 'round here
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| Tell your bitch that you love her while you here
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| If it wasn’t for her, would your kids be here? |