| I’m here left alone in my misery
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| I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me
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| Everybody who hear my shit be feelin' me
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| The longer it takes to get a brake its killin' me
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| I’m tryin to get direct connects like Nextel
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| I’ll like to work my way on the double XL
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| If I don’t sound like everybody else I won’t sell
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| I tell them fake record execs go to hell
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| I’m from where God’s tears are my raindrops
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| My people on heroine to make the pain stop
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| Everybody ride the bus get on at the same stop
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| For teen pregnancy they give the chicks the same shot
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| It only make they ass fatter so they fuck more
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| Momma don’t educated them so they still fuck raw
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| Now babies having babies they get younger and younger
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| Replacing all my niggas who die every summer
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| Now you understand my hunger and thirst
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| In broad daylight guns burst taking all the young first
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| Now I’m drowning in this Hennessy bottle waiting my turn
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| To be with God, but then no ones concerned
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| I’m here left alone in my misery
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| I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me
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| Everybody who hear my shit be feelin' me
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| The longer it takes to get a brake its killin' me
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| I’m here left alone in my misery
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| I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me
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| Everybody who hear my shit be feelin' me
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| The longer it takes to get a brake its killin' me
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| It’s only a matter of time before I pull a Shyne
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| Clock about 9 to 15 I’m dying to get cream
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| Champagne and caviar dreams
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| Make niggas put the mic down and carry out schemes
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| Positive over negative is the right way
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| Sometimes you gotta flip it do it the life way
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| Most of my niggas chose to live in a cage
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| Cause you can’t push a 6 on minimum wage
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| Yet they want to put limits on a black mans life
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| Caught a felony so they took my civil rights
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| All I got is one mic and community knowledge
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| From the block and some classes in community college
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| Life stresses pulls on my heart and my dome
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| Some I’m writing these Psalms
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| And jotting down poems
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| With a pimps blood, hustler’s swagger, and killer’s mind
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| And a sick vocab giving birth to iller rhymes
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| I’m here left alone in my misery
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| I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me
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| Everybody who hear my shit be feelin' me
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| The longer it takes to get a brake its killin' me
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| I’m here left alone in my misery
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| I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me
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| Everybody who hear my shit be feelin' me
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| The longer it takes to get a brake its killin' me
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| The streets watching me and my eyes on the block
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| Niggas want to see me knocked
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| Or they want to see me shot
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| I rather pick up the mic and rock instead of whippin up blocks
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| To shut down the spot
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| I’m the hustle brains plus muscle
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| Different day same struggle watch the young boy bubble
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| Like alka seltzer if I have to melt ya
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| It was cause I’m provoked cause I’m so dope
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| And niggas ain’t hearing me the game is going through a change
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| And it seems to be more of a conspiracy
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| Yall niggas get so emotional
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| You need hugs
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| You RnB thugs and I ain’t sweating you metro sexuals
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| I still show niggas what that tech will do
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| I’m trying to have a debut like Snoop
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| Bring it I will crush every nigga in ya group
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| I’m here left alone in my misery
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| I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me
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| Everybody who hear my shit be feelin' me
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| The longer it takes to get a brake its killin' me
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| I’m here left alone in my misery
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| I know it ain’t many niggas as ill as me
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| Everybody who hear my shit be feelin' me
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| The longer it takes to get a brake its killin' me |