| Look nigga from the cradle to the grave
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| You gotta hustle to get paid
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| I’m so thuggish in my ways
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| I usually go hard for days
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| I ain’t gon' slow down I speed up
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| And mash on your section
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| Ain’t no time to kick your feet up
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| I’m past the arrestin
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| They taught me word is like a pussy
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| Nigga play and get fucked
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| I’m out here mindin my own buisness
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| Niggas pressin their luck
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| And I’m like stuck in the middle of a rock and a hard place
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| Makin my money rappin and I won’t stop til it’s all laced
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| Movin by the lords grace
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| Tryin to win the long race
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| End up in the wrong place
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| Any given day nigga…
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| It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder…
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| Something that could make you do wrong, make it do you right
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| My rent ain’t paid, my shit ain’t straight
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| I’m ready to flip, I’m goin insane
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| Because my kids ain’t ate
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| They lookin at daddy askin why ain’t no food on their plate
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| Tryin to have faith but I don’t know how much more I can take
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| Before I risk it all, forget the law
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| Get in my car, head to the local liquor store
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| Now stick em up
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| Fuck all, ya’ll
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| Somebody gotta explain to me
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| How I’m workin a 9 to 5 and still can’t get the things we need
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| My anger leads to me pullin a double barrel barrel shotgun biscuit for
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| everything but me
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| Hit em hard and bleed
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| Momma who you can see
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| Fuck the law, niggas draw
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| Yea but who gon' bleed
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| In the middle of this funk beat shit in the trunk
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| I provide it but if you really want it let’s get jump
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| Granny says slow it down
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| Cause you really got somethin
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| And you need to stick around
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| But I hustle, cause they got dough
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| And my minds blown
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| I’m a stick up kid
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| Better watch in you rearview
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| Cause they got issues
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| Fuck around and they will miss you
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| Hurtin up but fuckin up
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| Lucky if I miss you
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| Something that could make you do wrong, make it do you right |