| Back of the bus, I-95, going to meet
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| The man. |
| Home for the holidays, frankincense
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| And haze for the fam
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| Not quite back in the days, trying to keep the brother ways
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| Niggas on the lamb
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| Crime pays and takes back with the other hand
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| He got smoked, goddamn
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| I’d seen this brother still with butters
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| Pushing a land, eating Fudd ruckus, getting
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| Fat. |
| Big rims where he move
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| Got a big gat. |
| Dime broads, small
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| Waist, big rack, got it like that
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| Told me how a couple cats got kidnapped
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| Duck-taped and electrocuted ‘til they
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| Gave up the stacks, getting straight jacked
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| Gary got deported and he ain’t coming back
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| So if you see me pushing, that’s my moms
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| And if you see me with the dug, that’s the bomb
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| And if you see me around, I ain’t
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| Staying long. |
| Y’all stay strong
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| Got love from old co'. |
| I ain’t gonna
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| Lie—a lot of niggas I used to fuck with though
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| Can’t fuck with no mo'
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| Down here, they get jelly over dro, feel me
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| Yo? |
| We all po
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| Gliding in the Caddy with Maggie, pass
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| Spots where I used to cop baggies
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| A lot of peoples doing badly and got
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| That swing. |
| Life straight
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| Clipped their wings. |
| Old cus-
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| -tees paging for that thing
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| Nah, man. |
| I’m on vacation
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| This ain’t the old days, Ziplocs in
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| The basement, a nigga really trying to be
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| Patient
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| So if you see me
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| Pushing, that’s my moms
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| And if you see me with the dug, that’s the bomb
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| But if you see me ‘round here
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| I ain’t staying long
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| Y’all stay strong
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| Dropped by to see Shelly. |
| Homegirl got a full
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| Belly—like she ain’t got mouths to feed already
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| What can you say? |
| Once they’re here
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| It’s to stay. |
| Show ‘em love anyway and just
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| Pray. |
| For what it’s worth, it’s still love
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| In every birth, but I can’t lie. |
| Shelly
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| Looking cursed, work her fingers to the bone
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| So them kids grow up alone. |
| Baby
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| Father done ‘em wrong, slapped her in front
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| The kids, and that’s my nigga, you dig?
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| Something real bad in the air
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| Like gunpowder. |
| To all
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| My peoples under God towers
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| All the motherfuckers getting six dollars
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| An hour, I’m going to meet the man
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| January flowers
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| So if you see me pushing
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| That’s my moms, and if you see me with weight
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| That’s on the arm, and if
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| You see me with a gun, you know what went wrong
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| Y’all stay strong |