| It’s un… It’s unbelievable
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| The story… Of my life
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| Self-hate in my veins while she twisting up my braids
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| I don’t gotta say a thing 'cause she know where I remain
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| I got memories for days, full of faces with no names
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| Image stained in my brain of me smoking in the rain
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| On the porch, fuck a Porsche, we ain’t never leaving town
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| Fuck a job, fuck a gown, we ain’t never leaving Howell
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| But a lot of things changed since CCD
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| I used to sleep in the house off D-19
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| Now it’s funny 'cause kids want to be like me
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| 'Cause I know they wouldn’t like me if they really knew me
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| I’m making money, but what’s it mean?
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| I think it’s funny, 'cause all I think
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| Is how great life seemed when we were broke
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| No money, no food, no weed to smoke
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| But the money here now and we got the dope
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| And we always eat but I feel alone
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| And the strange thing is
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| There’s not a sad face to be found
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| Everyone is just so glad to see you
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| And send you off right |