| I remember wakin' up being broke
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| But still it wasn’t breakin' us
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| I remember why I broke the rules
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| 'Cause I ain’t really have nobody to look up to
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| I remember cuttin' class, bein' bad
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| 'Cause I ain’t have what them other kids had
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| I remember wishin' that I knew my dad
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| Then I remember wishin' I could get him back
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| For every night daddy told me he was comin' and he didn’t
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| For every single dollar that my mama knew was missin'
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| For every thing I wanted and was told I couldn’t get it
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| And that I had to face it that my daddy was addicted (damn)
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| That’s right it wasn’t easy growin' up
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| Mama was exposin' us to life as she knew it
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| So we all went through it
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| I remember bein' down and out
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| Sleeping, on my homie’s couch
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| In and outta trouble ever since my mama put me out
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| Damn it’s getting real, damn it’s getting real
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| Didn’t graduate, I’m thinking damn I gotta deal
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| So I hit the block, selling rocks just to eat a meal
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| So I grabbed the Glock, kept it cocked
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| Peace is being still
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| In the back of the tracks
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| My nigga’s stayed with the packs
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| And if a nigga was schemin'
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| My brother stayed with the gat
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| Yeah, yeah we stayed in the trap
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| Yeah everyday in the trap
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| These ho’s was chasin' the cheese
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| So we would stay with the rat’s
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| And we was riding down, dipping low, I stayed in the back
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| In the X5 stunting, we ain’t know how to act
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| Spendin' money like it’s nothing, 'cause we gone get it back
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| 17 never thought that I’d be getting them racks
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| Had a dream but I said I wasn’t fuckin' with that
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| Mel told me I would make it, I ain’t fucking with that
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| But he told me that it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try
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| Hardest thing out in New Orleans never see 25
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| Right then I woke up, broke out
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| Told my nigga’s had to roll out
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| Moved to the A and got motivated
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| That inspiration don’t run out
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| Heard my brother got gunned down and it hurt me to my heart
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| So I kept grindin', I kept pushin', he told me to go far
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| So I can’t stop at no crib, can’t stop at no car
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| Gotta keep going like there ain’t no tomorrow
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| So I’m going hard everyday
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| 'Til I got nothin' to say
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| Nothin' can stand in my way
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| I gotta stay
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| To show my nigga’s a different way (way)
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| I’m 'a tell the truth and the whole truth
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| 'Cause there ain’t no need to lie
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| And I ain’t tryna keep it all inside
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| So I gotta testify for you and I
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| I testify
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| I’m 'a tell the truth and the whole truth
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| 'Cause there ain’t no need to lie
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| And I ain’t tryna keep it all inside
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| So I gotta testify for you and I
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| I testify
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| I’m 'a tell the truth and the whole truth
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| 'Cause there ain’t no need to lie
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| And I ain’t tryna keep it all inside
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| So I gotta testify for you and I
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| I testify
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| I’m 'a tell the truth and the whole truth
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| 'Cause there ain’t no need to lie
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| And I ain’t tryna keep it all inside
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| So I gotta testify for you and I
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| I testify
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| I testify, I testify |