| My hunger is equal to my struggle
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| I came from nothin'
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| Grindin' then I made it to somethin'
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| The age of a youngin'
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| Started hangin' and bangin' and hustlin'
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| Exchangin' the customs
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| To make it in this dangerous jungle
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| In a treacherous war
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| People dying, nobody crying
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| All the shit that I saw
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| You expect me to sit on the porch?
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| Every moment is yours
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| Freeze up and you fall by the torch where I’m from
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| Better not front in the city I’m from
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| Homicides on a Sunday in the city I’m from
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| Young nigga, always hanging wit them older guys
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| We was bangin', slangin' all the white
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| But we ain’t Oberweis
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| Fantasizing, tryna be that trap nigga
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| Can’t get to the money
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| We too busy tryna clap niggas
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| Standing on that block, where my mama told me
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| «Boy don’t got right there»
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| But I was by that store right there
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| Learned everything I know right there
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| Me and broski, brought me to the block
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| He showed me the work, and he sold me the work
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| But nobody never told me to work
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| I used to post up, talk shit and tote guns
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| While we smoke blunts
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| We knew the price if we gon' live this life
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| But we like so what
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| Cause no one gon' make a way for none of us to come up
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| But I’m tryna make a way for every one of us to come up
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| When the sun rise I roll a philly up, and load the semi up
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| By 9 o’clock I’m drinkin' double cups and gettin' paper cuts
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| We savin' up, sittin' on this money
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| Now it’s raisin' us. |
| We trained to buss
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| You can run dog, that’s what this laser for
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| I think I need to, take a breather
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| Cause I’m hot as fever
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| I’m about to bring some type of demon
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| Right up outta me
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| Cause I been feelin' like you pussy niggas tryna plot on me
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| That’s why I keep this Glock on me
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| Plus I got all this guap on me
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| But way before the flex you still could catch me
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| On that block out east
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| Lost my homies, now I feel like God just dropped a rock on me
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| But I won’t stop, I can’t stop
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| Gotta go hard, till my rate drop
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| Spittin' all this fire make my face hot
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| Now I can’t wait till my tape drop
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| And I’m still up on the 8 Block
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| Late night me and J. Dot
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| Better think twice for you ride past
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| Let the 9 blast now the Jakes hot
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| I was bout to take a rest but
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| Smoke told me, «Bro it ain’t no let ups»
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| So I’m working hard like I’m in the pros
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| Make a nigga bitch lick my sweat up
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| She suckin' dick and I just met her
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| She know a nigga next up
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| She hope I don’t neglect her
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| And she know I don’t respect her
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| And I might forget my sweater
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| But never leave the house without Berettas
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| Still the same nigga from the gangway
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| Tryna flip a ounce into a Phantom
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| Catch me doing shows filling stands up
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| You know the gang turn the fans up
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| And you know we got them cans tucked
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| Hope nobody don’t get blammed up
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| I be leanin' I can’t stand up
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| And this bitch asked me why my jeans sag
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| Cause they tryna hold my bands up
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| Heard somebody wanna rob me
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| Well you bett' not give ya chance up
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| 2 seats in the 50 shot
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| I just hope I don’t get jammed up
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| And this 50 bett' not jam up
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| I seen niggas get in jams and
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| They ain’t even stay to pick they mans up
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| I seen niggas shakin' hands
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| Then make the same niggas put they hands up
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| I seen niggas changed gettin' change
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| Niggas that was cool since the sandbox
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| So I gotta keep my head up
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| 16 and I got one head up
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| And ion talk, I let the gun talk
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| And she don’t never really understand nothin'
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| Let a fuck nigga ask somethin'
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| Give a fuck nigga every one
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| Gave my young niggas couple .38s
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| And some shells let em have fun
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| Young niggas spend a lot of cash
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| Cause growing up I never had none
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| I’m like, «Oh I gotta get me some»
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| Cause being broke wasn’t any fun
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| We got choppers for everyone
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| Who want problems with anyone
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| I be tired of tryna tell y’all niggas
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| Where a nigga really comin' from
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| And why a nigga gotta go hard
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| Cause ion really come from nothin'
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| And I never been a runner up
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| Cause it ain’t nobody runnin' us
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| And Lil Mally got that sit em down
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| If somebody ever runnin' up
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| Imma always bond them killas out
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| What’chu think I got them hunnids for?
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| Crazy James just knocked his sentence out
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| Yeah the state done let a menace out
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| So I’m showing up at my nigga house
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| Like the cop that move the tenants out
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| But I ain’t tryna put ya business out
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| (end) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4 Minutes of Hell , by - G Herbo. Song from the album Welcome to Fazoland, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп