| You know, my mama live in a million dollar home and my sister, she still in
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| high school
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| She just got suspended for fighting two white boys when they called her a nigga
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| You know, we— I thought we— shit, got away from this shit going on in the inner
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| city, you know, for a better life
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| My first time getting arrested or any encounter with, like, the police and shit
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| was when I was 12 years old, so that mean
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| They branded us early on for this shit
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| It’s kind of designed for failure, you know, they want us to be labeled as just
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| «nigga»
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| Still a nigga, just a nigga
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| Dropped straight out of high school like the rest them niggas
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| So I became a statistic way before I got I got digits
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| Ain’t nobody think a million was realistic
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| I was out trippin' on some shit, I coulda missed it
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| Couldn’t imagine life without my moms or lil' sister
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| Still said my goodbyes and hit the streets and start riskin' it again
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| Back out throwing rocks at penitentiaries again
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| Violence been the answer in my city since a kid
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| Sayin' that to explain some of the silly shit I did
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| But I’m just a nigga, what I’m 'posed to do?
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| Usually the one who hurt you mostly close to you
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| Reason why they say don’t let nobody close to you
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| Just some niggas, got nobody 'cept for who we closest to
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| Jigga said we still nigga, and I’m just a nigga
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| But we real niggas, so respect a nigga
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| I’m a restless nigga, gettin' a check, nigga
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| Ballin' with my dawg, I’m like, «Check, nigga»
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| And I’m like ballin' on y’all, Spaldin'
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| Foreign all small and I’m tall, gotta crawl in
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| When I got paper, thought less of niggas, how you want me to
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| Runnin' problems, they don’t never solve 'em, always want me to
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| Yes, I’m ballin', it’s true and it’s always over loot
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| Don’t wanna slay my own kind 'cause I’m gon' walk in and shoot
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| Bless a nigga, I’ll stretch a nigga, now it’s less a nigga
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| Well-invested but detectives still wanna arrest a nigga
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| And it’s tatted in my skin, I’m still a Essex nigga
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| All the shit I did was mostly sins, I wasn’t supposed to win
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| Hundred bottles floatin', all endorsed, propose a toast again
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| All the niggas really love me genuine, supposed to grin
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| Security some bitches, the promoter got my toasters in
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| Now we at the top I’m like, «Damn»
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| If I had to, I’d still’ll do that shit again
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| Niggas be like me but I’ll never be like them
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| I was in the trenches, no deliverance, amen
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| Opps be on my dick more than my bitches 'cause they fans
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| Let me see who real niggas by a show of hands
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| Manipulate your soldiers, made them violent for a band
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| You don’t really love 'em, had 'em wildin' for a band
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| But you got on them new Balenciagas for a band
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| Love to do each other like we mobbin' for the clan
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| For the right dollar amount and he’ll slime his own man
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| In interrogations I was patient for the silence of the clan
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| Even though I know a killer like The Silence of the Lambs |