| Tell Sonny we waiting
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| Outside meet us at Don’s house
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| Around the block, meet at Deion’s house
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| Have him back at his crib before Mom Dukes finds out
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| Cause lord knows nothing gets past Ms. Jones
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| Like before when she smelled marijuana on our clothes
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| Marijuana on my coat
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| Told me like «Son you got to go»
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| Told me like «Show respect when in my home»
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| «Know you was raised better»
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| Said to her «I don’t mean no disrespect ever»
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| Not clever, but I thought I was
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| Not cool or slick as I thought I was
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| Cutting school, Sonny was with all of us
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| Didn’t think I was a bad influence
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| On her son but she probably thought different
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| If I asked her
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| Only had him skip a couple times out of class
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| But Sonny had mom had dad huh
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| But I ain’t see my dad much
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| Didn’t have no real direction
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| I ain’t see my dad much
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| So, when the trouble comes
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| I don’t mind to take the blame
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| They already expect me to be the one to be insane
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| In the jail or in the grave, gone
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| You the only talent out our group
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| Only one that got potential to get on
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| So we make sure Sonny making songs
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| Standing on stage with him like
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| «My nigga, we on»
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| You say «Yo your bother scared of my mans nigga»
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| He ain’t scared of nobody nigga |