| What up, black? |
| Yo, it’s your brother. |
| How you doing fool? |
| Things cool?
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| Boys tell me that you be playing pool at the school
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| run up a debt and get my peoples upset at you. |
| Make ‘em mack a fool
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| I’m sorry for leaving all the crumbs that I did
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| But ma, she acting bugged, thinking that I do a bid
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| Wanting to march in my life with no fun, saying
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| I be doing rugs and acting trifling for fun
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| So I’m flashing—something I gotta do with my crew
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| Sipping brew with much to do
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| Getting respect that ma do. |
| She never gave me, true?
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| The only man I wanted in our life was some presidents on loot
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| So I call to say that «I'mma miss you
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| Yo, I joined the army and I’m off to Mogadishu
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| To be all that I can be—bloom into March flower
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| Goodbye, tomorrah. |
| 0-six-hundred hours»
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| (Hello?) Yo, it’s me again. |
| Don’t know why I’m calling. |
| Feels as though I’ve
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| fallen
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| (Stress has got you off and out of shape?) Oh man. |
| I love tomorrah.
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| I’m killing mental reasons I don’t understand
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| I wanna speak to mama about the sweaters—it's cold
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| Rather sling ‘caine than be a vet. |
| I think I changed my mind
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| I wanna come home and stay the century
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| Go back out now. |
| Home’s a penitentiary
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| I’m all confused. |
| Self-abusing got me tripping
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| Feel myself slipping, man, into the grip of sand
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| let me go. |
| Don’t wanna leave ‘em fucked up, dog
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| ‘Cause me and the block star ‘cause now I can see far
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| I apologize for all I’ve done. |
| Now you the only one
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| That’s thinking «How ‘bout ma?» |
| But I hope to return
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| Sporting garments of metals, sipping gin letting butterflies settle
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| So give my mother my love and, brother, hope for the best. |
| To get
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| Head off this mess, I’ll need an «S» on my chest
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| And I know that you with me in mind, love—it's faith
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| I’m out. |
| Peace and elevate
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| It’s all about love for the game, for the family
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| For papa—he made a man of me
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| For mama. |
| It’s real, black
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| Fuck what you heard ‘cause this is real fact
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| Love for the game, for the family
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| For papa—he made a man of me
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| For mama. |
| It’s real, black
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| Fuck what you heard ‘cause this is real fact |