| See I spit for these niggas
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| Scholars or pulling triggers
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| Drug dealers and doctors
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| Getting the major figures
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| I spit for old niggas
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| And new niggas
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| Tell you the stories of true niggas
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| Who were brought and sold as slaves
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| Cause they ain’t know what to do with us
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| Even then we were shining but violent
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| Sold out people for guns
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| Along with all our diamonds
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| It’s all too familiar
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| Niggas repeat the past
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| Glorifying drug dealers
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| Now I sons are living fast
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| Niggas want that now cash
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| Niggas don’t think 'bout the future
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| Poverty what you used to
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| Day to day living suits you
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| Pimps, prostitutes, addicts, robbers, and hustlers
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| Known career paths amongst us
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| Ambitious as youngsters
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| I rather my niggas get educated
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| Become men
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| Or the independent women
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| Who don’t need him
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| Now that’s freedom
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| But I see the same niggas on the block
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| Serving they niggas mommas rocks
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| Murdering they niggas pops
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| To take another nigga spot
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| It never stops the truth I rhyme
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| I’m not an ignorant nigga
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| I’m just trying to free your mind
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| Fuck the word nigga
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| Even though I might still use it
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| It’s so hard to lose it
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| When you programmed to abuse it |