| Reminisce bout past times, only praying daddy get better
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| Giving anything for a smile, eliminating that rainy weather
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| For cheddar we mash on sight, I done came a long way
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| Ain’t no time to be being broke, united for cash we got’s to get paid
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| By any means necessary, live the life that you made
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| to live is what I was told
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| No more sleeping in the cold, I gotta get up get out and get mo'
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| And keep holding on, so thugging on the block is a part time grind
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| So my other half, I’m wrecking shows studios all the time
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| And now I’m H-Town walking on stage, looking good for Screw Zoo
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| S.U.C. |
| independent thugs, everywhere we getting ghetto love
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| We done made it through the struggle, we ghetto gold superstars
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| In candy blue wide body cars, crawling up the Boulevard
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| Remember me, that same little hard headed nigga Trae
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| Running up and down on Few Quay, grew up to be Guerilla Maab made
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| With the help of a lot of love, and I’m knowing I lost a lot
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| My brother Dinkie locked up for life, but I pray to get him out cause I be |
| Wish I could turn, back the hands of time
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| My pops died of cancer, got a grown man crying
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| Thoughts in my mind, to give up so I fell to my knees
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| God fax me a picture, of my daughters sons and cheese
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| So much to achieve, but it’s hard when you starve for nothing
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| Cookie cutting, crack seems the only way to get something
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| My pops worked for forty years, and we still was po'
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| Don’t want sardines no mo', so I start cooking coke
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| Seems I’m walking on a tight rope, trying to find a right road
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| Screw made the beats slow, so my voice sounds throwed
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| Having dreams since young ones, to mash together
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| The man upstairs call your number, thug in peace forever
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| Staying in mash mode, cause you made it fa sho
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| Legend in your own time, make the music go slow
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| Can’t give up, all the dues you keep on paying
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| And hear your voice while I’m alone, and you keep on saying
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| Poor times, made me harder
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| A born bastard, trapped in hate with no father
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| Mislead giving folks, in that water
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| Left me looking through a window, with my daughter |
| Plus I got a little brother, doing sixty agg’d
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| That’s why I don’t smile, strapped up and mad
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| Sometimes I feel like, I’m falling off the edge
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| So much pain from my grace, I can’t hold my head
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| In the FED where they said, I would end up
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| I’m staying high till I fly, I don’t give a fuck
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| In the cuts swanging nuts, screaming black G
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| Putting it down, for my motherfucking family
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| After Screw flew away, they say my shield gone
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| But he ain’t here to stop me, now I get my kill on
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| A young nigga got plex, from his own people
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| In they face on a chase, for the root of evil |