| You don’t know about this rapping shit, niggas get clapped and shit
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| War time in the field, baby killed, no accident
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| A real nigga taught me real, said I had to practice it
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| I need a quarter for my daughter, the streets, they can have this shit
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| You don’t know how bad it is, niggas dying left and right
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| The heat, I gotta carry that shit, a life for a life
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| These young boys don’t really care and shit, get life for a life
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| Sitting a hundred years in jail and shit, sitting in a cell and shit
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| Thinking in a box, gotta live life through mail and shit
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| Changing life in jail, you see the lord, you’ve been to hell and shit
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| Always been a wild child, they can never tell me shit
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| Then I started rapping on 'em, school I used to fail that shit
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| On the block, pills, weed, rocks, I was selling shit
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| 48 investigate, they knew I wasn’t gon' tell them shit
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| Mama stressing all the time, losing all her hair and shit
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| I gotta get it, they can’t tell me shit, real nigga for life |