| You could be blind
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| But you gon' see it when you need to see it
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| You gon' be fine
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| Cause you gon' be here when you need to be here
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| One of a kind
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| First free your mind, and then you’ll free your spirit
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| Go where I go, dog in my life
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| Now if you start with dirt, then you start with hurt
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| You start with «Oh, you ain’t got?»
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| Well here, take my shirt
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| Start with work, blood and tears over the years
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| Goin' through whatever we go through, we stickin' it out here
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| Pups turn into dogs, tadpoles into frogs
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| I’m just eatin' what’s in front of me, ain’t thinking about yours
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| But I’mma keep my paws on what’s mine
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| Beg 'til I find
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| Strapped 'til I’m blind
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| A nigga that whatever I do, still gon' be able to spit this
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| I’m wit' this, cause this is mine, you scared shitless
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| Rap niggas can’t fuck with the dog
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| Never, could be twenty below outside
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| I’m built for the weather
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| It could be hotter than lava, I wouldn’t bother to sweat
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| Some of you niggas, form a following, but you startin' to forget
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| I paid my dues, not only did you not wear
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| But you would really love it
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| If you could meet that cat that made my shoes
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| Now see, what I do is peep shit, keep shit low
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| Keep paying attention to what you trying to show me
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| Livin', but you never know, we livin'
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| Don’t give me what you don’t owe me
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| Don’t tell me that you love me
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| Don’t talk shit, don’t kill me slowly
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| Cause a dog like me, is an only
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| Meaning, hit another like you, truth hurts, but I can’t be phony
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| You always looking for bad, look at you mad
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| But you won’t be satisfied 'til it took what you had
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| (Aight) I’m a thoro nigga, I keep my word
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| And anybody that’s ever met me, got love for me
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| So I keep a heard
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| And that shit y’all niggas told me got me fucked up in the head
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| Went from, «Yo, that’s my dog»
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| To, «Yeah, that nigga dead»
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| What the fuck is all this?
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| News to me
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| Dog it’s like shit ain’t what it used to be
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| See some niggas choose to be on the other side of the fence
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| Keep riding with this, get fried in the mix
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| Now if it ain’t that, then don’t say that
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| Cause I don’t play that, y’all play that
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| But the poke ain’t black, damn, why you say that?
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| I thought that… what?
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| Nevermind, I just thought it
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| We supposed to keep it real
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| I destroy what I was taught
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| Misery, love, company
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| Now you niggas talikin' 'bout jumpin' me, pumpin' me
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| Full of slugs, blood, stud with the love
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| Damn, I just gave, what a real, nigga does
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| Don’t listen to the buzz, don’t get caught up in the hype
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| You’ll lose everything that you worked for
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| Trying to take a nigga’s stripes
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| Live life through life, and so on and so on
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| That’s when the grow on, man, get your flow on
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| You niggas gettin' too old for this kid shit
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| On the real, we all done did shit to get shit
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| Snake shit, right is right, wrong is wrong
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| Muh’fucker, listen to this song
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| You see what shit I’m on |