| Loyalty before royalty
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| Shit, step or get stepped on
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| Long live Bang Badazz
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| Rest in peace to Boozilla
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| I’m in too deep, ain’t no turnin' back now
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| Brains in the streets, now all we want is hats now
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| I’m in too deep, I’m in too deep
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| I’m in too deep, damn I’m stuck in the streets
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| Watchin' myself and my dreams gettin' stepped on
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| Wanted for signin' off, call that I’m goin' home
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| I’m in too deep, I’m in too deep
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| I’m in too deep, damn I’m stuck in the streets
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| I’m fighting demons in my sleep, I’m tryna make it out
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| The chosen one, they say I got the juice to make it out
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| I do this shit for Boo, I miss my nigga too
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| Them long nights on the block, I finally came through
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| A high school dropout what I became to be
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| My people changed but I ain’t change, it ain’t no change in me
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| Grew up the second child, so shit I had it hard
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| No father figure in my life so I got hooked on bars
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| And Key was stealin' cars, and I had stolen rods
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| We banged it out with double and deuce but I became the star
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| Sittin' in my cell, goin' through hell thinkin' 'bout my dog |
| Stuck in the streets, forever bang and fuck all of y’all
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| I’m in too deep, ain’t no turnin' back now
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| Brains in the streets, now all we want is hats now
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| I’m in too deep, I’m in too deep
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| I’m in too deep, damn I’m stuck in the streets
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| Watchin' myself and my dreams gettin' stepped on
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| Wanted for signin' off, call that I’m goin' home
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| I’m in too deep, I’m in too deep
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| I’m in too deep, damn I’m stuck in the streets
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| Remember Block gave me the game, man I cut a corner
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| In the hood all alone, just me and my burner
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| Key tellin' me stay strong, we gon' make it out
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| Shit that’s my cousin, like my brother, I ain’t gon' cut him short
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| On Skycell, catchin' plays on them late nights
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| The people hot but fuck the people, we gon' ball tonight
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| Mama tellin' me 'bout my friends, you should’ve listened Joe
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| It fucked me up seein' my son up in my paperwork
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| I’m skippin' school to make blues just to get the money
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| Evil thoughts in my mind, I see the demons coming
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| I got my mama on my neck and Boosie on my shirt
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| I lost my dog when I was in jail, man this pain hurt |
| I’m in too deep, ain’t no turnin' back now
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| Brains in the streets, now all we want is hats now
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| I’m in too deep, I’m in too deep
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| I’m in too deep, damn I’m stuck in the streets
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| Watchin' myself and my dreams gettin' stepped on
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| Wanted for signin' off, call that I’m goin' home
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| I’m in too deep, I’m in too deep
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| I’m in too deep, damn I’m stuck in the streets |