| They turned our lights off and they stayed off
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| We all stressed out, my granny laid off
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| Some of my partners got years, can’t take a day off
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| I stayed on my grind and it paid off
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| Taking advantage of their time on earth
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| Where they ask questions last and blast first
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| Ain’t never prayed or went to church
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| Hecka confusing to the old heads, scratchin' their heads
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| Like «who the fuck raised these motha fuckin' kids?»
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| «Where their daddys and their uncles at?»
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| Aunties too active, her booty fat
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| Hella youngstas from the trap already hit that
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| 'Cause she on dope, she’ll suck you up for a hubba sack
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| The streets are his family, he had to raise himself
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| After his granny passed, there was no one else
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| It’s barbaric out here, you gotta watch your eyes
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| Where I reside, you gotta have six eyes
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| Two on the sides, two on the front and back
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| In case they sneak attack, keep a gat so you can bust back
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| I don’t like too many people, people evil
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| I’m tryin' to go legit, I’m tired of livin' illegal
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| They turned our lights off and they stayed off
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| We all stressed out, my granny laid off
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| Some of my partners got years, can’t take a day off
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| I stayed on my grind and it paid off
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| From being stuck in quicksand, to making money in my sleep
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| That’s how we trying to eat, me and my fleet
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| Bought a microphone and start producin' beats
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| One day I’ma be at the Warriors game on the front seat
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| Like E-40, «The Ambassador»
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| Thousand dollar shoes on the hardwood floor
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| Until then, I’ma grind 'til I can’t no more
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| Continue rappin', snappin' off like a Labrador
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| Suckas hatin' I’m gettin' famous
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| I don’t want 'em jealous of me, that’s hella dangerous
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| I just want to drink and blow tree, I pack my stainless
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| I can’t let 'em spaghetti me, and leave me brainless
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| Just got the sonogram back, I’m hella glad
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| Good news, I’ma be a dad
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| The doctor suggest that we go to Lamaze class
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| Life is a test, so I’m hoping that I pass
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| They turned our lights off and they stayed off
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| We all stressed out, my granny laid off
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| Some of my partners got years, can’t take a day off
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| I stayed on my grind and it paid off
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| Built a loyal fan base and I’m livin' the dream
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| Physical sales is down, so I’ma get paid from streamin'
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| I’m a human just like you, every other day, I learn somethin' new
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| It come with the package, look what I do
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| Taught my own self how to tie my shoe
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| Brothers be outta pocket when they be wishin' down on their brothers
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| But they don’t do that to the others
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| Twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five
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| Gotta thank God that I’m alive
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| Put hands on The Devil, I’ll black his eye
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| Tell him in his face he a liar
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| (Biatch)
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| They turned our lights off and they stayed off
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| We all stressed out, my granny laid off
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| Some of my partners got years, can’t take a day off
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| I stayed on my grind and it paid off |