| I came from E-B-Ts and food stamps
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| Four deep, no room in that backseat, it’s too cramped
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| I came from public housin', government assisted Section 8
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| Fuck Feds, if we bump heads them tips’ll set 'em straight
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| Came from a single parent home, my pops locked away
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| Mom raised three kids alone, that strength come from a special place
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| Came from my step pops, whippin' my ass with flip-flops
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| First nigga I seen blow it all on some crack rock
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| I came from Spokane, small city where they segregate
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| The unlikely place to birth this rap heavyweight
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| I came from Philly, that city taught me, 'Don't hesitate'
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| Everybody hungry, gotta fight out here to get’cho plate
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| Came from Cypress HIll, Sen Dog and B-Real
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| Niggas showed me the ropes way before I had a deal
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| I came from an open bar with my boy Xzibit
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| He told me go and tell your truths, they gon' know if you don’t live it,
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| that’s the dif'
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| I came from somethin', that’s the dif'
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| Oh yeah, we live this, that’s the dif'
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| Hard work, grind, and persist
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| Live with no limits, nigga, that’s the dif'
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| Lord, be my witness
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| You know I came to
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| And that’s the dif'
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| Yeah |