| Yeah, yeah
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| Uh-huh
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| Uh
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| Shh, keep it real, I’ma, uh
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| Ayy
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| I keep it real with my niggas
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| Smarten up, they go hard just to kill
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| Wide Pippen, you honor your pivot (Yeah, yeah)
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| You kept swangin' it
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| Formin' a
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| We was armed and involved
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| They keep jiggin' if we shuffle the car (Yeah, yeah)
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| Go hard in it
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| Lurkin' and doggin', got old friends you ain’t talk with, uh
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| Van Gogh couldn’t drew
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| You gotta watch every hood when you blue
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| They bangin' at you
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| Damn, the hood got you couped in a group, feel like a
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| Just to prove and to stand on your town when it’s on
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| It’s all
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| Hit my pains like I’ma beat it them all (Brrr)
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| But we ain’t seen 'em all
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| It kills that we can’t speak 'cause you’re gone
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| They hate to see these niggas tryin' to ball
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| What I peeped on that corner will get you right without charming
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| From the cement (Frrttt)
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| Flowers down the roads from the 'Raq
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| Either handlin' lungs, or I was movin' exotic, we wanted cars
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| Fast forward Charges, friends turned to songs (Yeah)
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| The more poppin' I get, the more this shit starts to hits
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| I came from walk in the, and then Monopoly hit
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| 'Cause they ain’t stoppin' the rain, they want us locked in the pit
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| Copped my momma some nice things, some minks and all kinda rings (Hey, hey)
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| For rappin' this shit, yeah
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| Word out, we ain’t out here showin' love
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| Told a lot for callin' on me cheerin' on
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| Half of my dawg got raided while the lecture goin'
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| We was in the trap, only thing we been livin' on
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| Keep it all blessings
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| Falls turnin' lessons
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| Falls all the stressin' (Yeah)
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| Eyes on the message
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| Keep it all blessings
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| Scars and the
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| Keep it all blessings
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| Beam me up, goin' far, see me there
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| Purple car, sippy cup
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| Friends finna link me up
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| Yeah, that’s my nigga from way back in the day
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| So if you play, I’ma have to back it out and then spray
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| That’s how we lay
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| I can’t say what done happened to me
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| To tell the truth, without the booth, I’d be a name on the grave
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| Damn, damn, uh
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| So praise the roof, I had the juice to go and pave all them ways, uh |