| I tried fry, now what in the fuck it do for me
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| A damn thang, now that fried shit is history
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| I tried snorts, had to leave the dust alone
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| Cause in that mind state, you can’t get your hustle on
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| Responsibilities, and priorities
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| It’s up to me to be a G, wanna succeed
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| Responsibilities, and priorities
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| It’s up to me to be a G, wanna succeed
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| This for them G’s running that game, claiming they down with you
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| But once you’re broke with nothing to smoke, no one around with you
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| Leave it alone better get gone, before you do a whole zone
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| Drugs’ll end your career, or yeah heard the same song
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| Put the blame on, anybody doing me wrong
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| When all I need to do, is get on my knees and pray and be strong
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| Been blessed for so long, the Lord is on his throne
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| He telling me my chest gone, so now it’s the microphone
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| Mama screaming pop dreaming, wonder where his son at
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| I keep it up be out of luck, I’ll probably have a cardiac
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| Arrest best know that I’m blessed, for minorities
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| If a G wanna succeed, best to get priorities
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| Or lying 'fore you find, you can’t shine doing time
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| Been there done that, don’t wanna press rewind
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| So this mastermind, designed a way to get it on
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| Recognized responsibilities, and leave that bullshit alone
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| Man it’s so hard, to survive in this game
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| With all these trials and tribulations, I felt you might get mayn
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| Steady putting that shit on my brain, and helping me maintain
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| After the hype get down, I look around I see the pain
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| Man it’s real in this game, the streets don’t give a damn
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| A lot of niggas went broke, behind the funky ass ram
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| Some don’t understand, where the sherm’ll take ya
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| Off the ledge flat on your head, to meet your damn maker
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| Keep my mind on my paper, I get high on this money
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| Don’t wait to fall broke, to go to church on a Sunday
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| Peer pressure don’t run me, fuck follow the leader
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| I be damned if I go wild, being a under achiever
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| So all you nonbelievers, that think that I returned
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| They thought that I’d come short, to the snorts and the sherm
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| You boys best to learn, can’t hold me down man
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| I keep coming keep coming, so check the soundscan
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| This is your brain on drugs, saw the commercial
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| Damn that shit’ll hurt you, when all your friends dessert you
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| Your gal wanna search you, cause all the trust is gone
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| Been up two days in a row, don’t you know the dust is gone
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| Can’t get your hustle on, what’s wrong with your mind state
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| That shit got you shook, and you done took the crime rate
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| Opened up the notch, don’t you see where it got me
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| In and out of jail, plus some jackers almost shot me
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| Crackers wanna knock me, so do the shife
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| Like Jigga nigga, this a hard knock life
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| And y’all call it keeping it real, but y’all ain’t keeping us alive
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| We best to open our eyes, and learn to survive
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| Without the fo'-five, or that desert eagle blade
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| Check my laptop Macintosh, squashing shit the legal way
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| Responsibility, can you define that term
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| Or them guys around the corner, so you boys better learn |