| I’m tryin' to do right
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| But I’m surrounded by wrong
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| Avoid the all night flight
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| And still make it on my own
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| I’m tryin' be cool
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| Do what I gotta do But playa haters all over
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| So I roll with my crew
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| I’m tryin' stay over
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| And just stay my ass in school
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| Ain’t many choices to choose
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| And this rap game I can’t refuse
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| I wanna win don’t want to be the one to loose
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| My pistol my only friend
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| Cause busters try to bring the blues
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| Leavin brains with no clues
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| Spin the ben in black clothes
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| They tryin' ta' take my only life
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| Leave my folks on the front row
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| Bury me in providence
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| Heavy weight that rose
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| They wanna steal the B. G Now tell me Alton
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| Ain’t that cold
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| What can I do Now what can I do to get out the game
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| What can I do Now what can I do to make change
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| Every other day around my way niggas dyin'
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| Hours flyin I want to go straight boy I’m tryin'
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| -Chorus- (Juvenile)
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| I’m tryin' to shake the monkey off of me Lord please let me go where I needs to be Ball 'till I fall it’s a poor family
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| Fo' sho' I know the future got a lot of stuff for me Verse Two: B. G
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| I’m tryin' to get my mail straight
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| Sell cd’s and tapes
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| I don’t want to be jail bait
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| Niggas want to kill me And increase the hell rate
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| They almost got me But I slip the spot it was too late
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| I wanna be a role model for my lil' brother
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| And buy a fifteen room manison for my mother
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| Settle down wit' a solid ho And drop a tight seed
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| So I can raise another uptown B. G Just like me
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| I’mma give 'em what I wish had, a dad
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| He goin' be smart and bad nigga
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| Throwin' up a solga rag
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| This world is kurupted
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| The police is crooked
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| My boy was runnin with a BB gun
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| His young life they took it This ??? |
| is rotten
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| Everyday it get’s colder
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| They throwin' away the key
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| Sendin' the soldiers to angoula
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| My round slangin' that yola
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| With they hand on that iron
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| To keep my mind right
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| Beleive nigga I’m tryin'
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| -Chorus-
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| Verse Three: Lil' Wayne
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| I’m tryin' to be a man at fourteen
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| Choppin iron at fourteen'
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| Nigga that tells my only way
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| (B.G.: Look where you stand at fourteen)
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| A lil' bity something
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| Whuckin, representin' partners
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| Ain’t to good in my neighborhood
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| Uptowns my partner
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| I ain’t lie I’m tryin
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| To go the right way
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| But the night flight way
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| Just ain’t the right way
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| I wan' be a gangsta but also wan' live
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| So I choose to be a uptown HotBoy hard to kill
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| Sittin' behind the cruiser wheel
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| Can’t even see me I’m so lil'
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| And you expect me to give this
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| Just to switch to positive
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| As hard as I’m tryin' do it I just can’t make a shape
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| School I’m tryin' go through it but I just can’t make a shape
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| Gettin' in beef that resultin' into serious gun slangin
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| Do good I want yeah but on half I just keep hangin'
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| I’m lookin for a change but change ain’t lookin for me Will I remain a B. G Or a A student
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| We’ll see
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| -Chorus- 2x |