| I do this shit for my niggas, my motherfucking dawgz
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| It’s me and you against the world, nigga fuck em all
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| Whether we thugging in the streets or behind the wall
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| I do this shit for my niggas, my motherfucking dawgz
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| Yeah
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| For my niggas, my motherfucking dawgz
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| Yeah
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| For my niggas, I’m screaming fuck em all
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| Yeah
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| For my niggas, my motherfucking dawgz
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| Uh
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| For my niggas, I’m screaming fuck em all
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| I’d ride for you
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| Damn near done died for you
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| When the po-po's searched the car, took the charge and I lied for you
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| That’s on everything
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| A-one hundred solid, I never change
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| I’d trade my life for you nigga, I know you’d do the same
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| Whether we rob, steal, kill, just to get a meal
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| Thugging with me before this rap shit and the record deal
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| Surviving off the dollar menu from McDonalds
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| Promise we gon' live it up
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| That’s if we live to see tomorrow
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| Never beg or borrow
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| My nigga take it til he make it
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| And ever since I was a kid, I fight for you like we related
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| You my motherfucking brother
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| Share my bitches, share my weed
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| If it’s dough, how much you need?
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| If you sit down, I’ll feed your seeds
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| Plenty time we disagree, but stuck it out like real niggas
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| We straight on the petty shit cuz we see the bigger picture
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| I tell my homies that I love em while I’m still around em
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| I do this shit for them cuz I couldn’t do this shit without em
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| (Verse Two)
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| Cause you’s a down-ass bitch, and I ain’t mad
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| I promise that for you and Matt, I might just give my last
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| So smart and beautiful, I’m so proud when I look at you
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| I call her my baby sister, but you my nigga too
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| Yeah, we used to fuss and fight
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| Cause we so much alike
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| Steady trying to prove you wrong, when all along I know you right
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| People say your brother do dirt, he can’t keep his hands clean
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| But through it all, you ain’t never shit on my rap dream
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| Love me when I’m balling, the same way when I’m falling
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| Miss my family while I’m working, I can’t come around that often
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| Always make the time to call her
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| And let her know I’m gravy
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| Heard you bout to have a baby
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| Uncle Fred, that sounds so crazy
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| Maybe I’ve been tripping lately
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| Cause I ain’t stop and holler’d
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| And make sure that you straight before I make another dollar
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| Sometimes my life be crazy in this race to get in richer
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| But I never put a thing before my family or my motherfuckin niggas |