| Away from these fuck niggas
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| Damn
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| I’m caught up in a game
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| But I’mma talk to you like this
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| I’mma tell you like this
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I’m just a young nigga from a decent home
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| In the hood, so my pops got to keep the chrome
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| Walkin' home from schools, them gangsters tried to put me on
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| You see, I chose a different route, I wouldn’t lead you wrong
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| Was up in class, writing raps, filling peace with poems
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| They say the youngins need a voice, so I’m speaking to 'em
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| Some niggas ain’t got a choice, so to each his own
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| That really came from the struggle, so the streets is home
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| To clear my mind, I had to let my pen bleed this song
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| Thinking back to '09, was grinding, wasn’t even known
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| When I dropped that so-so, so homie where you at though?
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| Snuck up in the game, I swear we came through the backdoor
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| Went from opening up at most to getting paid for the show
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| Then niggas turn they back on you, the fame make them act phony
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| Damn homie, how can I explain that?
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| You even know my momma nigga, we used to go way back
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| We 'sposed to be on squad shit, pulling up in Maybachs
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| But we change the game, and ain’t nothing gon' change that
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| This rap shit even broke me up with my main chick
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| Since I dropped Life Changes, nothing been the same since |