| After all i’ve been through in my life
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| And all the young deaths, shootings and killings
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| I know theres a reason why I’m still here
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| It’s just what it is
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| Aha
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| The reason why I rap, pack and stay strapped
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| Lay down on my stomach while mommy walk on my back
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| Jump into action ready for war
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| Or any type of bullshit that comes through any door
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| I’ll blow you back with this hammer, no joke so laugh
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| I can’t give you nothing nigga just smoke for cash
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| And if you fronting on money i’m a whip that ass
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| I’m a close the front door and do it with class
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| I’m still doing curls and various streches
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| Just incase I gotta get dirty and wretched
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| I’m not far from the streets though I live in the burbs
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| I’m an OG my dude still slapping the herb
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| Throwing trash out the window onto the curb
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| People looking at me like this nigga got the nerve
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| I keep it moving never let em' stop my swerve
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| And when they question my shit I just say «word»
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| It’s the reason why I live
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| The reason why I breathe
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| The reason why I feel
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| The reason why I’m real
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| The reason
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| Aha
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| The reason
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| The reason that I’m here
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| It’s the reason why I live
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| The reason why I breathe
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| The reason why I feel
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| The reason why I’m real
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| The reason
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| Aha
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| The reason
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| The reason that I’m here
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| Don’t ever have a reason to trust a stank hoe
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| First antwon walker then ochocinco
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| Get your money baby, trust me I know how it go
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| Only weak dudes seperate from they dough
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| The reason why I’m here and never smile in picture
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| Cause every single room got a handful of snitches
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| And I ain’t never broke bread with tattletale bitches
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| So they never get a chance to hold onto my riches
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| I’m a full grown man with an african tan
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| And I still have visions of bodies stuffed in trashcans
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| Permanent scowl, I’m from murdapan
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| Wake up from them nightmeres, it’s many murders man
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| Still spit the (?)
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| Gracefully getting older
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| My kids warm my heart, my enemies keep it colder
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| I love this shit, it’s a gift or a curse
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| Cut to the graveyard get hit by a hearse
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| I lost my pops and my man guru
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| The legacy continues i’m a do what I do
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| And trust me little man we ain’t forgot about you
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| But you want the legal system to do what it do
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| But we street niggas so we breathe the steets
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| And when we so your little ass you got to get that ass speed
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| I’m still here and I promise that we’ll get even
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| Cause this here is the motherfucking season
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| The reason! |