| Say when you comin' back?
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| I dunno
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| Chillin' by my uncle’s side sittin' in his ride
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| Reminiscin' on my innocence, a nigga like nine
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| Livin' in the city where the skinny niggas die
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| Livin' in the Chi, hell, plenty niggas die
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| Rollin' through the projects, walkin' in the complex
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| What a concept, somethin' simple could be complex
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| So you better watch like a Timex cause
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| Niggas clear the room ain’t a bomb threat
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| Niggas starin' at me now the low ends start to riot
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| Why’s that?
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| Uncle upstairs getting' high
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| Shhh, don’t tell nobody
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| Feelin' paranoid I’m jumpin' every time I hear the voices
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| Of a couple boys I’m lookin' for the keys
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| Now I remember that he told me if I ever need a pistol
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| That the heat fully loaded sittin' underneath the seat, but
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| Tell me where you at, at, at, at?
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| When you comin' back, back?
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| Tell me where you at, at, at, at? |
| (I dunno, I dunno)
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| When you comin' back, back, back, back, back, back, back?
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| Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
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| Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
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| Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
| Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
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| Right about my wrong ways, hope I’m late to an early grave
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| Had to learn to hop fences, ‘case we gotta hop the pearly gate
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| See the rain that we came through, see the changes would change you
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| Say the devil is a lie, but even Satan was an angel
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| It’s how our mama see us, but if mama seen us
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| Probly go into shock, she probly won’t believe it
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| That her son is a follower, thought she had a leader
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| We drinkin' liters of liquor until our liver leave us
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| Skippin' courses, niggas cut class, now we chillin' on the porches
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| Off the hook like a cordless, courtin' all these hoes
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| all these girls an abortion, it’s fucked up
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| Might turn all this heaven from a hell, never see how far you fell
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| Til the shit catch up now you niggas messed up
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| And you talkin' to your homie in a jail like
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| Nigga where you at, at, at, at?
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| When you comin' back, back?
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| Tell me where you at, at, at, at? |
| (I dunno, I dunno)
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| When you comin' back, back, back, back, back, back, back?
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| Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
| Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
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| Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
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| Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
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| Run away nigga, run away, leave while you can
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| Understand the longer you stand here the more your feet sink in the sand
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| Man it’s this state of mind and this state of mine
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| Is so plagued with crime, they traced the line on this face of mine
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| What they designed is no faith to find, some chase the sign
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| My god got me sayin' en garde to all these
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| Devils tryna haunt me, dearly depart me
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| But they can’t, I paint art, partly Bob Ross meets
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| Marcus Garvey, I ain’t a saint, so great
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| They made a man a monster, there ain’t a cage in it
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| You can bet the house nigga, ain’t a slave in it
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| I don’t fear fire cause a nigga bathed in it
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| I ain’t fear hell nigga, I was raised in it
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| It be like that, yea it be like that
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| I got on a plane and said I’ll be right back
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| Try to leave the city where the troubles is at
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| I know that like the blind man, I know the colour of black
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| Tell me where you at, at, at, at? |
| When you comin' back, back?
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| Tell me where you at, at, at, at? |
| (I dunno, I dunno)
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| When you comin' back, back, back, back, back, back, back?
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| Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
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| Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
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| Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back
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| Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |