| I remember you you were the one whos said you knew it all
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| Young kid many prospects until you blew it all
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| You studied hard to get your academics
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| You earned merits and many certified credits
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| Until you got involved with the neighborhood dropouts
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| The ones who’d stop out the one’s who always brought the cops out
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| Troublemakers with no great future
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| Who’d show you about guns and wouldn’t hesitate to shoot ya
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| In the back they showed how to make quick cash
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| Selling a stash of trash to them cats who’s in your class
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| You learned fast thought you was going to the top
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| With your gold stitched socks and ya iced out socks for real
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| Your living good making cash off ya hood
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| But you a small town crook so I’m thinking you should
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| Turn around keep your feet on the ground
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| Check the sound that I bring and slow down
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| Everyday you wanna race your life and live fast
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| You wanna learn to take your time and take every chance
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| So slow down
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| And take your time
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| So now your living in your own place
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| With cash to waste your mother say’s you are a disgrace
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| To the rest of your family who’s doing things the right way
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| Your making money nine to five I’m talking nightly
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| There was a murder just the other day and ever since
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| You’ve been a suspect cus the cops found all your fingerprints
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| All over the neck of the shirt the kid was wearing
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| He couldn’t pay you cash for his drugs you took his earrings
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| Twenty four carat till he paid you cash
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| Some witnesses heard you say you’d kick his ass yo
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| And even though you didn’t do it you a nervous wreck
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| But you told us that you knew it all now wait a sec
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| Kid your life’s took a turn for the worst
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| Living a sugar coated dream when reality’s first yo
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| Tell me how you gonna turn it around
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| You should of listened to my words when I told you slow down
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| Everyday you wanna race your life and live fast
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| You wanna learn to take your time and take every chance
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| So slow down
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| And take your time
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| Now you on the run from the cops because your missin
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| You didn’t listen and can’t face going to prison
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| You shook now wish you ain’t a crook now
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| And look now you gonna face the book now
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| The cops catch you up and they hold you for a while
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| A few months fly then they put you on trial
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| For a crime you didn’t commit now how is it
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| The same back in the hood won’t even visit
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| in a ceil thinking about how it got to this
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| Knowing you can’t cope cus you no optimist
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| Getting in brawls and scuffles and fights
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| And when they switch off the lights you having sleepless nights right
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| Your moms don’t show you no love
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| There’s more important things in life that she got to think of yo
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| Like your little brother fooling around
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| He better listen to her words when she tells him slow down
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| Everyday you wanna race your life and live fast
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| You wanna learn to take your time and take every chance
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| So slow down
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| And take your time |