| I’m a product of the block I lived and the Pacs, Nas’s and BIGs
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| For raw, took my dough across the George Washington Bridge
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| I was poor, for more shock, had the law watchin' us live
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| Off of pure rock, nigga, I put a Fort Knox in my crib
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| I was the one they overlooked, now a nigga overbooked
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| Got them haters disappointed like when the soda overcooked
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| More money, more problems, jealous niggas throwin' looks
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| That’s why every hundred bands I make, my clip grow a foot
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| Sold my story to the world, so everything I afford
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| Came from me losin' my brother, and all the pain I absorbed
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| I’m down soldiers, all the members of the gang I done lost
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| On this road to success and, yes, it came at a cost
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| So don’t confuse what you hear, I put these jewels in my ear
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| 'Cause I wore the same pair of kicks to school for a year, nigga
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| I’d trade it all to get my niggas back, how real is that?
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| 'Cause fuck it, we gon' grind together just to get it back
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| Ayo, life crazy but
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| Shit gotta happen so other shit can happen
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| Real talk
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| For the niggas in my position, take care of your daughters
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| No matter what they choose to do, they aware what you taught 'em
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| My kids took my advice 'cause I’m fair as a father
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| My next deal, I need a office and shares of the market
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| Two thousand dollar kicks, that shit I wear on your carpet
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| You ever fuck two best friends that share an apartment?
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| If you pop out with that MAC is you airin' or talkin'?
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| 'Cause whoever don’t shoot first gon' be carryin' coffins
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| They put a mural of my face on the block I sold work on
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| Never took the first off, got me shoppin' in Bergdorf
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| Came home from school, City showed me a tool
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| His brother kept under the bed, right in the room
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| Few years later, I married the game, I jumped the broom
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| I walked away with wounds, it wasn’t what I assumed
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| These niggas don’t stick to codes, these hoes don’t stick to rules
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| I live that life, but y’all only gangster on iTunes
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| I’d trade it all, give the cash back, the jewels and the cars
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| If it make you feel I’m different from y’all, come get the paintings off the
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| wall
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| My girl Benz, plus the one in the garage
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| 'Cause to me that material shit small when they comin' out at my dogs
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| Before we learned to run, we had to crawl
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| My day ones right here standin' tall, so you can have it all
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| If it mean I get my brother back tomorrow
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| Shit, 'cause all I got left is the scars, I still would trade it all |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trade It All , by - Benny the Butcher. Song from the album Burden of Proof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп