| Yeah
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| Getting this money
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| Stay like that
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| Fuck everybody
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| Cracks in my pocket
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| I’m only 17
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| Can’t wait till i’m older
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| So I can do independent things
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| Well first i’ll have money
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| Then I got bad diet
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| Thought out high school
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| Imma fuck up that
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| Pray that god don’t judge me
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| For all of my wrongs
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| So I forgive all of ya’ll niggas
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| And I put it in a song, c’mon
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| If you fucked up the way that I did
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| Then you more than just a baby
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| You a project kid
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| You probably shitted on yourself
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| And you proud of where you come from
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| Most niggas in the hood see no good
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| Why you think people hear shots and they don’t run
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| Stuck with this loaf of bread
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| A couple stale slices
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| Eat with tea cause got it wrapped in ice chips
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| Look at the black guy
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| He got 30 white chicks
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| Yeah we fight hard
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| And we spark purple night sticks
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| Urkel type witch
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| With classy ass chicks
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| That love me for me
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| Cause I master that bitch
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| Stuntin african nigga
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| Yea
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| It ain’t nothing for us to get dirty
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| Always keep a big scrape on our knees since big wheels
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| Fresh for you
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| It’s hot in the pjs
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| I think you smell good, you look good, you feel good
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| you can make it tryna fake it
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| Come on man be yourself
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| I know how you feel
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| Michael jackson said it starts with the man in the mirror
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| Michael jackson shit
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| Sometime it get cold up in my zone man
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| Two to the head just staring at the microphone
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| Like yo
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| I can just see starting to blow
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| And get some money real quick
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| Cause everybody making dough
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| Maybe i’ll simplify my rhyme a little sum’in
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| I talk a lot of shit
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| And never say nuttin
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| Reduce the realness
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| I’ll amplify the front
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| Make it seem like i’m dumb as fuck
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| And I don’t know nuttin
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| I’d like that life (i bet you would)
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| The world train nigga
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| Glorified kill in the zone
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| To get some fame nigga
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| Flav used to live in the house
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| With the same niggas
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| Passengers bought in crib
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| Got them plane tickets
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| Send his monkey ass on tour
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| Make sure he say what he’s supposed to say
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| Nuttin more
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| God forbid these niggas start making sense
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| God forbid real players got a ball from bench
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| You dig
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| Are you sure
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| That’s who you are
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| Are you the person
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| You wanna be
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| And do you wake up nights and find
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| You got an unclear conscience
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| You got an unclear mind]
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| I was raised on welfare
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| With no health care
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| But now I’m a man
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| And I don’t need no help yea
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| Cause now i’m on the block
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| Building up my welfare
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| Cause to me now
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| The picture’s more clear
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| You don’t understand
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| What it takes to be a man
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| Cause now I got the world in my hands
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| So I plan
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| To get more money in my hand
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| So motherfuck you if you don’t understand
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| Every woman, every man
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| We all need a plan
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| So it’s my duty to do all that I can
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| To formulate and stand
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| But now you want us dead
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| So cap said run
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| So I ran, damn
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| … But when one of your brothers is down
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| That’s when you supposed to stand up
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| You know what i’m sayin
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| And be strong
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| And be their clutch
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| So that…]
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| Are you sure
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| That’s who you are
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| Are you the person
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| You wanna be
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| And do you wake up nights and find
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| You got an unclear conscience
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| You got an unclear mind]
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| All them white people
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| I forgot my shit
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| Hold up
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| Blahhhhhblablah |