| Ayo, this shit Steroids for a reason, nigga
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| Griselda, The Butcher
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| Ayo Green, I got niggas
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| Yo, uhh
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| Everybody won’t believe, they ain’t see the vision
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| Homicides, fathers dyin', all they leave is wisdom
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| This for all my niggas that lost tryin' to beat the system
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| And had to learn how to shave at a sink in prison
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| A reverend told me once that money won’t beat religion
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| When your soul at peace, and everything’s forgiven
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| We was angels without halos, plus our wings was missin'
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| Back when we was innocent, now things just different
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| My little homie just got hit at parole
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| My big homie wake up, eat breakfast, serve a brick in a row
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| I was locked too, it’s weird when I visit the bros
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| On the other end of the table wearin visitin' clothes, uhh
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| I took risk tryin' to collect them racks
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| I came home so many times, niggas stop sayin' welcome back
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| Was bad luck, I had to snap them curses
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| I wasn’t half as perfect, I done stood in more traps than churches
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| They act tough, but when them gats up, them cats get nervous
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| This MAC drop strangers off like a taxi service
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| Water could be thicker than blood, I’m really from that
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| Seen niggas give it all to the hood, ain’t get a crumb back
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| A place where it’s hard to tell who really your friend
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| My daughters hit my cell and don’t know which city I’m in
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| I’m from a place the dead rest
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| Where the broke hustlers never seen real money 'til they got a Lear jet
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| I’m from a block where the bread at
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| Where a couple niggas gone for usin' phones that the Feds tapped
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| Gamblers survivin' off of head cracks
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| And only real niggas understand that
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| I’m from where I whip the 90, brought a big bat
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| From where them suckers hit up hotties, so we slid back
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| I’m from where we never seen a fair scrap
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| This 40 kick somethin' in your ear like Craig Mack, ahhh! |