| When I was a young man
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| 19 and used to hustle in the street
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| Was all about making green
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| But I was living the good life
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| Fast cars and lotta women
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| Didn’t love so I made 'em cry
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| And when I got older
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| I used to tear the clubs up
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| Bottle after bottle, model after model
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| But now the best story of my life
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| Is my pretty little girl and my beautiful wife
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| I used to see weddin' pictures on the wall
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| My parents looked happy
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| I said, «when I grow up one day, I’m gettin' married»
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| Hangin' in the hood I was dragged into it
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| They said bitches ain’t shit, a bad influence
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| Broke hearts, got my heart broken: true karma
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| Had to have a talk with myself like, «you smarter»
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| The O.G.s were sayin' these girls ain’t loyal
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| Get locked, they won’t do nothin' for you
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| But when I went to the male facility to visit my friends
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| It was overcrowded with women visitin' 'em
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| Went to the female facility to visit my wife, it was deserted
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| No man visited and that hurted
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| When I see that, I transformed my vision
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| I realized some of these men are the real bitches
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| The hood taught us wrong, ain’t want us to be supreme
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| My daughter is the princess, my wife is the queen
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| When I was a young man
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| 19 and used to hustle in the street
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| Was all about making green
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| But I was living the good life
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| Fast cars and lotta women
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| Didn’t love so I made 'em cry
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| And when I got older
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| I used to tear the clubs up
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| Bottle after bottle, model after model
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| But now the best story of my life
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| Is raising my little man and my beautiful wife
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| It’s Mysonne
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| I was plottin', makin' plans up, tryna get my bands up
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| Runnin' 'round on these streets and I got jammed up
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| Then I came home, I was out here tearin' the land up
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| 'Til I met my wife, had kids, I had to man up
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| I had to stand up and raise my kings (God)
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| Understand a nigga ain’t got wings
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| But I’m tryna move righteously, conscious be fightin' me
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| The Devil playground, he just keep invitin' me
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| The O.G.s enlightened me, how to move my honor
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| Played by the rules, I’m tryna improve my karma
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| This year, I swear, I’ma move my mama
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| To a big house out somewhere in Florida
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| I swear I’ma give her all the stuff I promised her
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| My wife held me down so I gotta acknowledge her
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| I’m out grindin' for my legacy
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| So when I’m gone the world gon' remember me
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| When I was a young man
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| 19 and used to hustle in the street
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| Was all about making green
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| But I was living the good life
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| Fast cars and lotta women
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| Didn’t love so I made 'em cry
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| And when I got older
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| I used to tear the clubs up
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| Bottle after bottle, model after model
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| But now the best story of my life
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| Is raising my little man and my beautiful wife
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| Uh, the culture create menaces
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| The drop on the roadster, so venomous
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| Rose as a soldier, I was into shit
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| Bands, had the benefit, ran through them tenements
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| Taught by the teachers, the techniques
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| The reefer, the neckpiece, new sneakers, the best freaks
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| Fresh on a reg since Pro-Keds
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| It’s blessed to be said, I’m an old head
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| Po' dead, the God 7, restin' in Heaven
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| Me and, we still brethrens, the last of the livin' legends
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| Lost in the sauce, now on my deen
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| Was all off course, I was a fiend
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| Fiend for the women and cream, but when you king
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| And, knowledge intervenes, everything ain’t what it seems
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| Truths be real, the juice is spilled
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| And that unconditional love’s the only proof that’s real
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| When I was a young man
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| 19 and used to hustle in the street
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| Was all about making green
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| But I was living the good life
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| Fast cars and lotta women
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| Didn’t love so I made 'em cry
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| And when I got older
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| I used to tear the clubs up
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| Bottle after bottle, model after model
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| But now the best story of my life
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| Is my pretty little girl and my beautiful wife |