| I remember it was winter time, 2008
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| In December round Christmas time, I couldn’t cop the J’s
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| Mama facing prison time, barely had a place to stay
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| Look myself in the mirror and said I’d rather be in the grave
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| Thats why 'till this very day I still scream fuck the state
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| Fuck the feds, fuck the judge, he hold a grudge against my race
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| 17 years old with a quarter ounce of yay
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| Cut that shit up so bad they said it need a band-aid
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| Live for the first and fifth, nigga that’s a bad date
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| We don’t know nothing else that’s how we get our rent paid
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| I was working like a slave, call me Kunta Kinte
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| Caught the chain in the whip and went and got my shit sprayed
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| When you ride candy paint the hoes fuck the first day
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| So much crack in the sink I thought we had an earthquake
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| Hit that bitch with the yank then smoke a set on first plate
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| Plug sent so many chickens went and bought a bird cage
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| My nigga waiting on the bond now he got a murder case
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| Bet this rap shit ain’t fun now they let me in the game
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| All these pussy niggas done now, stick a fork in 'em
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| Just got finished eating my lunch now tell me what’s for dinner
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| Lord forgive me, I’m a sinner, fuck them niggas and who with them
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| If you ain’t with me, you against me, ain’t no monkey in the middle
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| And its CBM, choppers, bricks, money, we official
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| Still with the same niggas and they dumping off the glizzy
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| Hold up, them niggas ain’t ready to die |