| Ness on the beat
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| Yeah!
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| Don season!
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| I don’t know who’s who no more
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| Fake whatever, fake friends
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| True story
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| Bitches wanna be around a nigga
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| Wouldn’t even speak, years back
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| Shit crazy man
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| Don
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| Is it the love or the buzz that keep niggas around?
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| Take a dose of the drug just to simmer me down
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| Put the whole niggas up, slowly bringing you down
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| And you supposed to be my nigga 'til infinity, how?
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| Some niggas never sold drugs (nah)
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| Without the niggas won’t budge
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| They just get they hopes up
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| But I still show love, I never stunted on niggas
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| And I still play the buildings, get blunted with niggas
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| But how my back like they ain’t feed you
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| Why you hung with them niggas?
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| But jump right on my dick when run into niggas
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| I know exactly how to humble you niggas, yeah
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| Yeah, I got a trick for any one of you niggas, I swear
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| Pocket watches looking at the bottle poppers
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| Run behind the diamond shoppers
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| Niggas dying, sick Italian, box of Rocco on my weight a
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| Gym class, ten bags inside the locker room
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| Try to join a school team, never made it on the roster
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| I went to court for my shooters
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| Not on the court playing shotta
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| I played defense on the block
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| Couldn’t defend as a blocker, I was lost
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| Without a direction to go
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| Could’ve been breathless, through God’s grace perfected a flow
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| I started off less than a O, how I’m supposed to survive?
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| Momma sent the rent through, how I’m supposed to provide?
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| Motions reply, tears fall from both of my eyes
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| This when they put that pressure on you, gotta go and reply
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| Can’t lower my pride
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| I filled those applications way before called back
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| They just had me waiting, thoughts marinated like
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| Will I ever get out this hell hole? |
| Who the hell knows
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| Nightmares hearing my coffin drop on my cell clothes
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| We was outside since Ludacris was throwing elbows
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| Shell toes, PS2 in grand theft codes
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| New class think strew because they wearing do rags
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| Too bad they couldn’t clip my wings before I flew past
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| I woke up to 100 missed calls and another withdrawal
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| What should I quit for, I pour up and sip more
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| The I drift off, Granny still in church praying on that pick for
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| It could be worse, I could still be on that sixth floor
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| Putting work, then the outcome you get what you wish for |