| My Mother texted me I love you
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| I can’t remember the last time I heard her say it
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| Cause she don’t show affection to well
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| So my apologies to any girls I ever dated
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| This love is a taught emotion
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| You have to learn to love before you can show, or even say it
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| I’m just a victim of circumstance
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| But don’t pity me, this life is what you make it
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| And they want to strip me naked, take everything that I came with
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| I promise to leave with more then what I came with
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| Opportunity knocked and she ain’t left since
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| But the money keep calling and I love her accent
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| I like girls, but I got to get rich
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| Only women I love, or family and close friends
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| But you gave me something to remember, how could I forget
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| Remember this?
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| I’m doing good, you can’t behave like me
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| I’m not what matters, don’t worry bout me
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| I’m not what matters, don’t worry bout me
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| You must love me; |
| me
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| On the road to riches, praying for wisdom
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| Pray the choices that I make don’t land me in prison
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| Pray my cousins listen
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| So we don’t have to miss 'em
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| We just take the ending
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| And make a beginning
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| Your Honor, I’m sorry but there’s just things I had to
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| Treat my sisters like my daughters so they ought to had two
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| You may not understand, but I do what I have to
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| Not make an excuse
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| Cause everyday I live with the decisions I made
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| Cause I don’t want nobody ever paying my way
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| And if there is no way, then I must make a way
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| And if I feel the urge going back to old ways
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| Then I take a day
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| 1, 2 don’t stop it
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| Everywhere I go these dreams in my pocket
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| And while the clock ticks, empty pockets
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| Trying to take care of my son and I ain’t got shit
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| But these beats and these rhymes is what I live for
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| Wondering everyday what I’m here for
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| Child support don’t give a damn they want dinero
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| I’m just trying to find my space in this aero
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| Keep my lines straight as an arrow
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| I could tell you a lot of shit but you won’t care though
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| My vision clear as I’m riding in this Volvo
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| Contemplating with my team trying to get this dough though
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| In that four door, look up to the sky
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| Cause a nigga see the glory
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| Salute to the leaders and ones that came before me
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| Ain’t nothing change but the address
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| I’m just trying to see progress |