| Let me spit my point of view of this shit, man, you feel me?
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| Stayed down 'til I came up
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| Let me poke my spitter-ittery
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| Listen here though (Hello)
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| The washin' machine wasn’t workin' so I had to hand-wash my clothes (Clothes)
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| Magazine Street, I was observin' dope fiends powderin' they nose
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| I kept a razor blade and a safety pin and I rocked a bag of yowder (Yowder)
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| And a thumper that’ll turn your cranium into New England clam chowder
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| There’s not enough minutes in the hours, not enough seconds in a week (Week)
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| Gotta keep that iron on you, even if you creep
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| Didn’t understand it 'til I was older, some of my people is bipolar (Polar)
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| Post-traumatic stress (Stress), levels can get vulgar
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| I’m a stand-up dude with a slave mentality, attitude from the avenue (Uh)
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| I’m thorough, not ignorant, I’m outspoken, but moves militant
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| I don’t trust nobody, I’m sorry, I tried it once, never will again
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| Can’t be game-goofy, can’t be no clown or a Gilligan
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| When my pants was full of lint and I was barely payin' my rent
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| Had a TracFone, not an iPhone, no AT&T or Sprint (Sprint)
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| Me and my baby mama didn’t have it good (Where she worked at?)
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| I was in the streets, she worked at Planned Parenthood (Parenthood)
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| True story
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| All I wanted was the money (The money)
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| What’s on my wrist? |
| That’s a Rollie (A Rollie)
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| They tryna act like they know me (Know me)
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| Where was you at when a nigga was down? |
| (Nowhere)
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| Way down (Ain't nobody show love)
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| Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)
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| Preach to 'em, Pastor P
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| Lord
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| Ayy, where was you when I was doin' bad, movin' 'round sad?
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| Shout out to my old hoes tryna get back what we had
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| 15 with a pistol, mama like, «Where you found that?»
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| Boilin' water on the stove, takin' baths with a dirty rag
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| Couldn’t get no rest at home, took a nap where he servin' at
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| Mama found that sack, now he live where he serve that crack
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| She kicked him out, so fuck it, he gon' sleep up in the trap
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| Now he got his own room, he ain’t just takin' a nap
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| I swear people always reachin', when you need 'em, they ain’t there
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| Used to people leavin' me in the cold, that ain’t rare
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| They say they loyal, man, I swear that shit cap
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| If they get a chance, they’ll take me off the map
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| It’s Peezy
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| All I wanted was the money (The money)
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| What’s on my wrist? |
| That’s a Rollie (A Rollie)
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| They tryna act like they know me (Know me)
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| Where was you at when a nigga was down? |
| (Nowhere)
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| Way down (Ain't nobody show love)
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| Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)
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| Wake that game up, little Trench
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| Ay, what it was when we was dead broke?
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| Came from the projects, I ain’t have no choice, we had less hope
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| Man, sippin' Hen and reminiscin' 'bout my dead folks
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| Don’t play no games, Lil Joe on go when he see red smoke
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| He ridin' 'til the pegs broke
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| Me and Sho first jumped off the porch, we left the yard together
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| He get a mil', he split it with his brother, we used to starve together
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| All black, lay a nigga down, we used to rob together
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| Missin' Weed, I know he missin' me, you in my heart forever
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| Whoever thought that we’d blow in
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| Got to the finish line and turned around and let my bro in
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| They tried to lock me out, I held the door and stuck my toe in
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| They ain’t wanna give me help, went by myself and kicked the door in
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| Ayy, real shit, we came a long way
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| I know they wanna eat off my plate, but this the wrong tray
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| I was just on trial for robbery, stressin' day for day
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| Now I’m with E-40, chillin', sippin' wine in The Bay
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| This shit for real, nigga
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| All I wanted was the money (The money)
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| What’s on my wrist? |
| That’s a Rollie (A Rollie)
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| They tryna act like they know me (Know me)
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| Where was you at when a nigga was down? |
| (Nowhere)
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| Way down (Ain't nobody show love)
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| Stayed down 'til I came up (Stayed down)
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| Bitch |