| I chase that money every day I wake
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| Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
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| And I just won’t stop until my family straight
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| That’s just how I’m raised, Amen
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| And these niggas got me fucked up if they don’t think I’m grinding
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| Dude you must be fucked up if you don’t see me shinin
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| Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
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| That’s just how I’m raised baby
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| I done been through hell and back but now a nigga still learn
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| Hope the Lord watch over me cuz I’mma need his mercy
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| And I’mma put this real shit and this one in my verse
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| That’s just how I’m raised
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| Ain’t never snitched or told on my dawg
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| Ain’t never copped a plea to get off
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| Ain’t never testified on no stand
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| Ain’t never point a hand at no man
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| I done seen gangstas, niggas turn state
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| Seen some friends who turned into snakes
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| I ain’t never took for granted no days
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| Start getting money, them niggas will hate
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| Pray every day cuz a youngin do sin
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| Trap with that 40, don’t need I’m a friend
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| Rack up a millie then do it again
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| Copped a Ferrari, I call that revenge
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| Wake up, I’m thinkin the Lord’s giving
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| Kiss my lil daughter then hopped in the Benz
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| Honor thy mother, be loyal to friends
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| I chase that money every day I wake
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| Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
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| And I just won’t stop until my family straight
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| That’s just how I’m raised, Amen
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| And these niggas got me fucked up if they don’t think I’m grinding
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| Dude you must be fucked up if you don’t see me shinin
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| Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
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| That’s just how I’m raised baby
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| I heard them people out there, be cautious
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| Bitch niggas runnin off like faucets
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| That’s the type of shit that get you in a coffin
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| No talkin, that 4−5 sparkin
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| Get money, no sleep, you crazy?
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| Hear em hating but it really don’t phase me
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| Straight cashin, I whip no payments
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| I make a movie like I know Pete Swaily
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| All of my life I just wanted to ball
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| Most of my niggas still dodging the law
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| Rest in peace to my homies that lost
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| Word to my fam, I do it for yall
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| Fuck all you pussies, you haters will ball
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| When you go broke there’ll be no one to call
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| You’s in em hustling hustling, Lord amen
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| Only interested if we talkin money
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| Clique full of real niggas with me and they all 100
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| Come now lay me down to sleep
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| Thank the Lord for every day I see
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| Told my mama put it all on me
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| I chase that money every day I wake
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| Oh I keep my pistol on me, yea yea
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| And I just won’t stop until my family straight
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| That’s just how I’m raised, Amen
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| And these niggas got me fucked up if they don’t think I’m grinding
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| Dude you must be fucked up if you don’t see me shinin
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| Never runnin to feds who told em my people have crimes
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| That’s just how I’m raised baby |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How I'm Raised, artist - Ace Hood. Album song Trials & Tribulations, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп