| You took me from a boy to a man
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| Reality hit me when I held you in my hand like damn
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| This nigga look just like me
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| Wonder will he love Hip Hop
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| And write rhymes just like me
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| See I was a street dude rather married to wealth
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| I wanted to raise you and be a daddy myself
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| With no one to confuse you
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| Treat you wrong or abuse you
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| Niggas trying to play my part
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| Not seeing you breaks my heart cause we tight
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| I hate to be blunt, but your mommy ain’t right
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| Respect her protect her keep it real
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| But sometimes she treats you like a bill
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| For you little man I’m a get this deal
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| You at the top of the list when I write my will
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| Anyone harms you I got the right to kill
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| You made me look at life for real
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| Lil man if you ain’t seen daddy in a week
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| Always remember I still got love
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| And right now life ain’t treating me sweet
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| But always remember I still got love
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| And at night I pray to the heavens above
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| The angels embrace you with their hugs
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| And our bonds thicker than blood
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| If you feel I’m far way remember I still got love
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| You opened my eyes to friendship and love
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| We go together like mask and gloves
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| And blast slugs on anyone trying to break
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| The bond that we created and get me frustrated
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| Trespassers get annihilated its our world
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| Me and you’re my girl really my right hand
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| Put me on to paper plans and major scams
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| To bring in face cards by the grand
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| Even if I move it by the gram
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| You still right there holding my hand
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| To stand beside your man
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| Through all the bullshit and irrelevant drama
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| Poppin off with the baby mama
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| You still chill and let me know shits real
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| With six bills or six mills you still fix good meals
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| Even though I’m hella hood the lovin is hella good
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| I’ll give you the world if I could understood
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| Baby if we happen beef and I ain’t cheat
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| Just remember I still got love
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| And if you ever plan to leave please work it out
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| Cause God knows I still got love
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| And at night I pray to the heavens above
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| The angels embrace you with their hugs
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| And our bonds thicker than blood
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| If you feel I’m far way remember I still got love
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| It’s been a while since we hung out we lost touch
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| Some things got crossed up now that we grown up
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| You like my younger brother it hurts me to see
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| You took the same path as me and never changed
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| Now everything the game embedded in your brain remains
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| And shiest niggas turned you on to cocaine
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| I try to understand why you damage yourself
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| Can’t tell a grown man how to manage his health
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| You better than them people you hang with
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| Them niggas you bang with don’t speak your language
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| I remember when you peed in the bed
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| We played in the park
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| You the first nigga that would analyze my art
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| When I see you falling off it breaks my heart
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| I try to pick you up but you can’t' take the darts
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| Life’s throwing you I understand what you going through
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| But another side of the game I been showing you
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| Homie if we ain’t speak for weeks don’t lose sleep
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| Just remember I still got love
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| And if you got beef on the streets call me up
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| Because cousin I still got love
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| And at night I pray to the heavens above
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| The angels embrace you with their hugs
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| And our bonds thicker than blood
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| If you feel I’m far way remember I still got love |