| Can we kick it? |
| Huh
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| I learned to tell the difference between smilin' and just grinnin'
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| Between livin' and existin'
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| You been out here on a mission (what's that?)
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| Single mother 'cause that motherfucker up and left
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| He had a shot and now you miss him (why?)
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| You might turn up and go to a party
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| But you can’t 'cause your kid is still learnin' to potty
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| How unfortunate
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| Father ain’t around like orphanage
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| Ironic 'cause your daddy wasn’t there to teach his daughter shit
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| Same predicament
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| Say the pain is infinite
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| Cry into your own hands 'cause no man is intimate
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| Words of a broken heart
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| Heard scorned and highly jaded
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| Highly faded, broken that faith, rollin' them Bible pages
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| Kinda take it as a lose-lose scenario
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| But your baby’s smilin' and hell, trust me, she really know
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| Went and had a baby from getting around
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| And hail Mary ain’t reaching the clouds
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| How the ghetto ain’t hearing it now
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| Lord knows what you do for love
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| Went and had a baby from getting around
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| And hail Mary ain’t reaching the clouds
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| How the ghetto ain’t hearing it now
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| Lord knows what you do for love
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| Plottin' for prostitution
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| Diapers and box of juices
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| That’s what your body’s worth?
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| A new crib won’t stop the nuisance
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| Hope you hang around and show her what this life is
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| Don’t concern yourself with prices 'cause your presence here is priceless
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| My mama had no money, 3 kids
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| No home or drive
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| No cars, all rise
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| All love, no charge
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| COs and exes
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| No bars, no license
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| To make me feel like I’m a star
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| Baby, you just go hard
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| You don’t need no Goyard
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| You just need to go yard
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| Extra miles, extra smiles
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| Extra hearts, extra time
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| Young Simba, no Mufasa
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| But my mama gave me so much extra pride, I’ll never die
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| Feelin' like I missed out just 'cause that nigga missin'
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| Don’t mean so never miscount
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| All she need is one love
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| One heart, one soul
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| All she really need is one mama
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| And the story of a triumph, let it unfold
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| Went and had a baby from getting around
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| And hail Mary ain’t reaching the clouds
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| How the ghetto ain’t hearing it now
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| Lord knows what you do for love
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| Went and had a baby from getting around
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| And hail Mary ain’t reaching the clouds
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| How the ghetto ain’t hearing it now
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| Lord knows what you do for love
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| Lord knows what you do for love
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| Lord knows what you do for love
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| Lord knows what you do for love
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| Lord knows what you do for love
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| Lord knows what you do for love
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| Lord knows what you do for love
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| Lord knows what you do for love
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| Lord knows what you do for love
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| Highly faded, broken that faith, rollin' them Bible pages |