| It all started in Hilltop my momma got a call, from the drug program that she
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| was involved
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| Suddenly she got mad and tossed her phone, then a van showed up and took us all
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| to foster homes
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| CPS stepped in and kept us for a couple weeks, I went to school and they
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| treated me like a fucking freak
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| When momma got us back who woulda known the plot would thicken, we got evicted
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| packed our shit up and headed off to Richmond
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| That’s where my quest began, at my grandpa’s crib they smoked so much crank I
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| caught second hand
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| I use to get jumped one time I got decked and ran, I saw the D boy stomping out
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| a naked man
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| House hold ?2−1? |
| fiends left the food gone, the bathroom was filthy I showered
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| with my shoes on
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| I said to myself no matter where my destiny might fall, I will never fucking be
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| like ya’ll
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| Dirt poor on the floor with the spots of bacteria, no bed just a cot made of
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| cotton material
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| On a steady diet of top ramen and cereal but when Summer time came schools
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| brought us a miracle
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| Because we got the free lunches, the shit was fucking scrumptious it felt good
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| to have something different in our stomachs
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| Eleven years old I was twisted and corrupted, With no respect for my elders or
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| the general public
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| Let’s take them back
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| Let’s turn the page back
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| Back before a nigga became of age back when I was writing filthy sixth grade
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| raps (And so it was written)
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| Young G-Mo set off on his quest so he can put his fucking balls to the test
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| (Now listen to me ya’ll)
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| I’m talking way back, back before rappers became J Cats and started driving
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| them gay ass Maybachs
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| Young G-Mo set off on his quest so he can put his fucking balls to the test
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| (And that’s some real shit)
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| I’ve been through the fire, I was a stupid minor, ran the streets with my fam
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| went to school with? |
| rider/writers?
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| The middle had me feeling like a true survivor, a kid showed up strapped to
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| kill a supervisor
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| A week prior my Cuz came home from Richmond high, with cuts on her face,
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| both arms, tits, and thighs
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| They carved gang signs on her flesh with kitchen knives, banged on her and told
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| her she could snitch and die
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| I couldn’t tell you what any of that feels like, I was a pipsqueak I would
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| smoke weed and steal bikes
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| But all I ever wanted to do was kill mics, back when I was twelve I had my
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| first real fight
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| This kid Doodie try to play me soft, popping shit and I never like the way he
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| talked
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| So I told that nigga to meet me behind Cesar Chavez, I gave his ass the Wombo
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| Combo and he dropped dead
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| Let’s take them back
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| Everything you know, erase that let me start from scratch, paint a picture of
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| my life and display that (And so it was written)
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| Young G-Mo set off on his quest so he can put his fucking balls to the test
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| (Now listen to me ya’ll)
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| I’m talking way back, before I had the beanie and the wave cap, licked the ball
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| sack, before I made that (And so it was written)
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| Young G-Mo set off on his quest so he can put his fucking balls to the test
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| (And that’s some real shit)
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| Yeah, so that’s how G-Mo Skee was made, all the violence, the filthy dope
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| fiends and pain
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| Came from the gutter, government cheese and grains, now I’m spitting it until
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| my whole team is paid
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| This ain’t a sob story, this is guts and glory, fuck the higher ups y’all ain’t
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| got nothing for me
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| I’m just a young nigga trying to get a meal ticket, but these suit and ties
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| keep hatin' like some real bitches
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| Speaking of which, if you think you can just stand in my way and stop me from
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| feeding my nieces and shit
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| You might as well jump 100 feet from a cliff, because you don’t want beef when
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| my peeps in the Rich, NIGGA |