| Yeah, that’s what we’re gonna do
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| We gon' talk about the street shit
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| Ayy, look
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| I don’t care 'bout haters, I’m only concerned what hustlers think
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| But I think it’s time I finally address this publicly
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| It’s rubbin' me the wrong way when these rappers speak comfortably
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| 'Bout street life, it seem like they only givin' y’all luxuries
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| I sat on work when I was positive it would sell
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| You know this game come with way more consequences than jail
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| Bittersweet when you went in it deep, gassed up a rented V
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| Travelin' with a key while I’m passin' through Tennessee
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| Told baby girl I’d be back, she said be careful
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| I told baby girl I’d be strapped, that made her worry more
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| Street niggas live by dirty laws, I got my stripes, how you earnin' yours?
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| Can’t let these niggas think I’m turnin' soft
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| It’s gonna be hard to convince kids
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| But honestly, losses taught me more than my wins did
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| It’s complicated, I can’t see it, work hard to just break even
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| We traded that for them great beaches in St. Regis
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| Trust me, there’s two sides, one glamorous, other scandalous
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| These symptoms of abandonment, we suffer damages
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| I was you, not comprehendin' or understandin' it
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| Losses turn into pain, then they become advantages, ah
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| You know that’s real shit
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| Sometimes you gotta lose something to gain something
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| There’s two sides to this shit
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| For every nigga, for every nigga you see out here winnin'
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| It’s a hundred niggas still in the trenches, man
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| Don’t forget about that
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| This shit chess, man, we makin' boss moves
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| You can’t be making cheap mistakes, feel me?
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| Remember that shit
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| Be careful nigga, that’s comin' from a nigga who did everything
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| And this the Burden of Proof, uh |