| If I wasn't a rapper, I would have stayed on the streets
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| And would have found another way to get my fee
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| If I wasn't a rapper, I would have continued selling drugs
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| And Mama would have continued to send me to a psychologist
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| If I wasn't a rapper I wouldn't have lost any friends
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| Many of my friends are lost in this vicious circle
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| If I wasn't a rapper I would have nice dreams at night
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| I'd be dreaming and wouldn't be awake to this day, I'm a rapper
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| And I say thank God who knows where I would have ended up
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| I would have developed differently, I would be a different guy
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| More stress than sand by the sea how am I supposed to pay the rent
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| Such a life on the street does not sound promising
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| I wanted to start a war just to survive
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| Worry grows when you talk about it 24/7
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| I would still play with dice
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| I never really had that much before, if I wasn't a rapper then I would
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| deal'n
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| And maybe there would never have been aggro
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| I wouldn't have given all my rights to Aggro
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| I would still go to the Hardrock Cafe to hang out there
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| I would never have made sure every sack knew me
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| People would have treated me like some kind of spat
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| Sooner or later I would have ended up in jail
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| That's life on the street, everything tastes of tar
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| I would be screwed if I wasn't a rapper
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| If I wasn't a rapper I would be somewhere else today
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| I would still be out there every day to stand by my husband
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| I would still bring the packages to the man
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| My job is the reason I'm so relaxed today
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| Because you end up on the street if you don't practice in the room
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| I have no plan, maybe I would still spray
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| Who knows, maybe I'd still be in a gang
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| I still wouldn't have repressed my fucking problems
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| And maybe I would have stayed in the home
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| I would have stayed alone, I would have gone on strike and my mother would have me
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| admitted
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| Because it's everyone against everyone in this country
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| There is no cohesion in my area
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| I stand even when life treats me like dirt
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| I take the microphone in my hand and put the knife down
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| I'm a rapper now, the dice are cast
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| You don't put up with that kind of shit in my neighborhood |