| All I ever had was a dollar and a dream
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| These niggas love to diss me when I’m on
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| I don’t think I ever really thought that I’d make it
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| But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone
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| The love these niggas claim ain’t never what it seems
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| Said these niggas love to diss me when I’m on
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| The trust could never ever be regained once you break it
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| But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone
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| Yuh, For real
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| So how could I begin to cry
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| When I had the towel on my face
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| Cuz tears won’t fit up in this eye
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| Where there’s sin there’s pride
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| I learned betrayal is an endless ride
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| Fame ain’t changed me dog I’ve been this guy
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| You claim for yo' niggas you blow triggas
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| How many cuts you laid in with your pistol out
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| If your answer’s none
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| You ain’t got the faintest clue what this about
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| For real
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| Stitch slipped up in my cell and I ain’t bitch or pout
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| I… did it for the love of blood
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| Wasn’t trippin off a stitch of clout
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| Went knock for knock up on that block
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| I used to earn with niggas
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| Never hated on success
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| I… love to see em turning figgas
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| I say it if it’s on my chest respectful
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| But I’m firm with niggas
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| They play you
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| That’s on my death no question
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| We could burn them niggas
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| Did my term with niggas
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| Popped bottles
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| Smoked sherm with niggas
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| Is hatin' is a virus bruh
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| I never caught that germ from niggas
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| Respect to me’s the recipe for manhood
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| And that’s why my loyalty’s forever
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| …Like some canned goods
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| All I ever had was a dollar and a dream
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| These niggas love to diss me when I’m on
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| I don’t think I ever really thought that I’d make it
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| But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone
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| The love these niggas claim ain’t never what it seems
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| Yeah, these niggas love to diss me when I’m on
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| But the trust could never ever be regained once you break it
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| Yuh, but I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone
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| When it rains it pours out on these shores
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| So you should bring a cup
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| Repent if you done did me wrong
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| And there ain’t no need to bring it up
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| Raised around these killa bees
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| That’s why I keep a stinger tucked
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| Fakin' is a foreign language
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| And I am not bilingual bruh
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| I done tried to put mo' niggas on than niggas on
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| Had brothas turn they back on me
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| Just cuz we ain’t did a song
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| Ain’t nothin' worse than a grown man out here
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| Thinkin' he can’t get his own
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| I wish you well
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| But get the hell from 'round me
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| We can’t get along
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| These opportunist vipers trying to ciphon all my time
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| How do you feel self entitled when I’ve been on my grind
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| In my quest to preach for Christ I put my life out on the line
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| And if I ain’t able (Abel) I know Cain’ll
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| Put a knife up in my spine
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| Damn
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| That’s a cold reality to live
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| When you try to up they weight
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| But they burn every calorie you give
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| You could give it all
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| When them niggas fall
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| They’ll scallop what you did
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| If you a loser nigga
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| Using niggas
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| A phallus what you is
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| Yuh
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| All I ever had was a dollar and a dream
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| These niggas love to diss me when I’m on
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| I don’t think I ever really thought that I’d make it
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| But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone
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| The love these niggas claim ain’t never what it seems
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| Yuh, these niggas love to diss me when I’m on
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| But the trust could never ever be regained once you break it
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| But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone
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| Yuh, it’s real
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| It’s real
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| And the game’s fickle
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| Have you feelin' like the don (dawn)
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| Though it’s close to dark
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| And I’ve learned to recognize the pawn
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| Soon as he posts his part
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| Might think I’m bitter
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| But don’t misdiagnose my heart
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| Cuz I do appreciate the few who real
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| The most just aren’t
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| I took a social risk to preach what they don’t wanna hear
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| The gospel of Yahshua Ha Mashiach
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| Numb it’s dummy clear
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| The young in here been trying to elevate
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| This hood for like 20 years
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| Most these niggas mock it
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| If your pockets look like bunny ears
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| I gave the best of my childhood to this wild hood
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| Even funk with my own brother for it
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| Thanks to Christ we now good
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| My hood’s in bondage Lord
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| And I’m praying you deliver her
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| She gave me all she had
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| You’re the best that I can give to her
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| A stand-up nigga’s all my character should be
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| First I’m trying to see the world
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| Then get buried in the peat
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| She’s my wife inside my mind
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| I hope they’ll marry her to me
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| Until I’m buried another cherry in her tree
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| On errything
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| Yuh
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| All I ever had was a dollar and a dream
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| These niggas love to diss me when I’m on
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| I don’t think I ever really thought that I’d make it
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| But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone
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| The love these niggas claim ain’t never what it seems
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| Yeah, these niggas love to diss me when I’m on
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| But the trust could never ever be regained once you break it
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| But I bet you they gon' miss me when I’m gone
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| Cuz all I ever had was a dollar and a dream
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| But I don’t think I ever really thought that I’d make it
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| The love these niggas claim ain’t never what it seems
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| But the trust could never ever be regained once you break it
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| Cuz all I ever had was a dollar and a dream
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| But I don’t think I ever really thought that I’d make it
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| The love these niggas claim ain’t never what it seems, no
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| But the trust could never ever be regained once you break it |