| Sometimes I wish I could fly
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| So many wish they could ball
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| So many names on the wall
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| Too many gangstas on the yard
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| Probably the realest shit I ever wrote
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| Sometimes I wanna fly away from all this money madness
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| But I think about it, how many people wish they fuckin' had it
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| Imma be all the way one hundred, miss my fuckin' daddy
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| Miss my nigga right now, josin', making commissary
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| We pack the mortuary, this life is dark and scary
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| You can’t trust too many, gotta know who against me
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| I take shots of Henny, man, I need a break
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| I’m two steps away from clickin' 40 minutes straight
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| I make the real relate, real music gave back to the hood
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| So tell me this (nigga), how could you hate?
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| Slander me in the news. |
| Press conference around my crews
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| Many nights I wanted to fly away and give my kids my dues
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| I know some niggas in the booth, wish they had ten thousand dollars
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| Know some niggas up in jail, wish they woulda been a scholar
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| Model citizen, you trippin' if you ain’t feeling it
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| Everybody go through roller coaster rides
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| I miss my granny, I ain’t lying
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| Sometimes I wish I could fly
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| So many wish they could ball
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| So many names on the wall
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| Too many gangstas on the yard
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| Probably the realest shit I ever wrote
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| Damn, that nigga wanna ball like me
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| Diabetes, enemies, you want it all like me
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| Where people take your words and twist it
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| On parole, still pissin'
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| Mad, wishin' somebody’d make some more real ass niggas
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| Nobody showing love. |
| This how we growing up
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| Don’t know if we gonna see tomorrow, this why we showing up
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| Better do something if you wanna ball
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| Yeah we do something, my niggas on call
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| Just looked at a picture of six niggas. |
| Only two of us now
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| Your honor, I’ve been doing right. |
| I don’t want no trouble
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| P.O. |
| I just wanna feed my family. |
| I just wanna travel
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| I know you tired of goin' to college, but don’t wanna tell daddy
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| Got a vision, but your vision come up a different alley
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| Of yes sir’s and no sir’s
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| As a child I wanted to fly away from junkies, Budweiser’s, lies and cuss words
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| Got in them streets and I realized
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| No matter how good you gonna still die
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| Tears come to my eye for Bleek and Ivy
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| So many niggas cross the wall
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| Wish they could ball again
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| Homicide, momma cryin', they got her son again
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| Hurt the whole family, ripped they pride away
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| Little sister wanna fly away
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| Sometimes I wish I could fly
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| So many wish they could ball
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| So many names on the wall
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| Too many gangstas on the yard
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| Probably the realest shit I ever wrote
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| Can’t forget my niggas who, they gave a life sentence to
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| Lil Joe, Dan, Mike Fleet and Moo, my penitentiary crew
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| I know you wanna fly away sometimes. |
| That shit be hittin' you
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| Convicted as a killer, but don’t let your mind be convicted too
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| The police killing niggas. |
| Niggas playin' it south
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| Damn, that nigga killin' now. |
| He’s a fuckin' cause
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| Shit, put my name on the wall with them wall niggas
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| The two new Craigs, both hit with the flame, yeah ya’ll niggas
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| Fly away, God help me. |
| Luvah just lost his nephew
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| Still a young nigga, I left he was seven
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| Mookie still cryin' tears and it hurt my heart
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| Make you wanna fly away, when they murk ya boy
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| I know your pain lil' momma. |
| You want the Hollywood lifestyle
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| The lights, but it’s hard, cuz your from Alabama
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| Hurtin' inside, but smiling for the camera
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| Shit, so much pressure you feel like giving up
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| Sometimes I wish I could fly
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| So many wish they could ball
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| So many names on the wall
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| Too many gangstas on the yard
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| Probably the realest shit I ever wrote |