| Came up on this ghetto street, no choice but to carry heat
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| Ain’t nothing staring me, apparently, till they bury me
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| I’m serving, working, Chevy hugging this curb and
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| Got to watch out for them jackers cause you know they stay lurking
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| And they itching to plot a scheme, but I won’t let them stop my dream
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| Can’t leave my crib without my tool stuffed in my jeans
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| They keep banging, slanging, on them corners we hanging
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| Get twisted in the wrong situation and leave you stanking
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| I was built for this, but I must admit it’s just too hot
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| My focus in this rap shit just to get me off this block
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| And mama, she broke her neck to make sure I didn’t want for nothing
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| But I was so self-destructive, I had to wish off the hustling
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| I’m thugging, rolling the dice with my life on a nightly basis
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| See if I crap out, I’ll probably be trapped out, I should be patient
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| And paper ain’t never promised, so product I push that
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| I just pray my baby brother don’t follow my footsteps
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| I’m in the game, I live the game
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| Think about the pain, it’s a shame that I can’t shake the game
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| Everybody and they mama asking why
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| But I’m in the game, live by the game and in the game Imma die
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| This life I’m living like a magnet for drama
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| All night I fight with all my might to get that almighty dollar
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| I be hustling, struggling, out here thirsty and thugging
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| Got to watch the way I move, I got enemies by the dozen
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| It’s cold but I wish it wasn’t, the chopper’s constantly busting
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| These niggas that barely know me will smoke me all over nothing
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| They hating, waiting to put me under the pavement
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| Ask god to walk with me through the dark cause my heart was aching
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| Don’t ever say I swear my conscience was gone
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| Ain’t no excuse for my actions, I know I was doing wrong
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| Lord I just pray you forgive me, I got blood on my hands
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| Tryna find a way to wipe them clean but I don’t understand
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| How I maneuver through this game, no fear, risking it all
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| When it’s check out time, you best be prepared when you get the call
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| Now everybody and they mama asking why
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| But I’m in the game, live by the game and in the game Imma die |