| Frayser Boy
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| Aye look
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| I got some real shit on my mind man
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| Sometimes man I just have to
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| You know man, roll me a blunt
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| Fill the tank up, and man just hit a dip or something
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| Man you know what I’m sayin man
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| Cuz man shit gettin hectic out here bro
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| Know what I’m talkin bout? |
| Aight
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| Light ya blunts up
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| When I was just a lil nigga on the block I had big dreams
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| There was alot of real fellas mobbin with me
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| Always felt God punished me alittle harder
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| My momma held it down though I didn’t have a father
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| I was into greenbrier went to frayser high school
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| Staying outta trouble yes I really really tried to
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| Turned to the streets cause my momma couldn’t teach me
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| How to be a man the drug dealers had to reach me
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| Peeped alotta things in the hood I lost alotta friends
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| And gained alotta ends then lost them back again
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| Never killed a man but I damn near tried to
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| Get ya pack hide ya blunts cause then ya gotta ride through
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| Ridin, smokin, thinkin, hopin
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| Ridin, smokin, thinkin, hopin
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| Cuz I know it ain’t easy
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| If it wasn’t for paul and juicy j fuckin with me tough
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| I’d probably have a 9−5 shit be really rough
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| But it ain’t like that I’m in the music industry
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| Fuckin with the rap game the past is just a memory
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| I ain’t never thought one that I’d make an album
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| Gone on the Bay had then young niggas wildin
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| Had a nigga smilin it took alotta hard work
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| To make it in the game didn’t know where to start first
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| Cuz these streets cold I can tell ya cause I know
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| Now the only licks I’m hittin if a nigga book a show
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| Wouldn’t trade it for the world cause its real what I’m doin
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| Love spittin this gangsta shit my dreams I’m pursuing |