| No, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
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| Like the air that I breathe, you’re all that I need…
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| Yeah, my mother was white, my father a spic
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| My grandparents on my mama side, both of ‘em is racist as shit
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| And my father fathered homie on the day that we met
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| It was 18, ten years since my father had dipped
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| I ask him how he didn’t send my mama cash to help out
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| When I was telling all my neighbors I’m the man of the house
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| And I was running ‘round the hood and handing ass whippings out
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| ‘Cause I was young, I had to handle myself
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| I used to stand by myself, all alone
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| In the city where so many grew up at but not a lot of people are grown
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| If they ain’t be leaving that home and I be leaving my home
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| And I raped the game like I don’t know the meaning of no
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| I remember when my teachers were treating me like a pile of shit
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| Said I won’t amount to shit, then I got a scholarship
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| They ran their mouths and said I got the shit ‘cause I’mma spic
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| I thank God that I gotten out of it, yeah
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| No, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
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| Like the air that I breathe, oh you’re all that I need
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| No, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
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| I take my own life to give the world to you
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| Now I ain’t wanna go to school, I applied when the application was due
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| I went a few semesters and decided I was through
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| I moved out of my city to a room without a view
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| It didn’t even have a window in it for looking through, right?
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| Illegal tenants in that one bedroom, we couldn’t even fit a bed in
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| The floor was where we slept in, two is in the living room
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| And two is in the bedroom but I ain’t ask for help
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| I had to prove my independence, my sister stealing food for me then
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| I was getting desperate, she call and checking up
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| And acting like it’s just a check-in
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| But how the hell the Devil seem to know the way to Heaven?
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| They just give me ultimatums, homie, no one make suggestions
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| Ain’t no answer to my prayers, I ain’t praying with a question
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| Critics went from praising me to hating what I’m penning
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| I ain’t changing my direction, they just changing their perception
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| ‘Cause everybody saying I’mma get it
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| In my city in the Summer, there’s a murder a day
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| That’s why I tell my mother I’mma move her away
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| Shit, I got enough cash, she call the movers today
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| We put her inside a beautiful place, I want my sisters around
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| Want my people and my nieces around so I can live the high life
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| And keep my feet on the ground, my memories are made
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| By what I’m dreaming about ‘cause I’m so close to reaching it now |