| We were kids, we have hope and prayer
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| Held tight when the rope was there
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| In my area, in my area
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| There were days when shit got scarier
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| There was bitches all over the kid from young
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| They knew that falling from my shit was long
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| It was beat and dust, sleep and fuck
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| Leave ‘em brook, the reason was
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| We didn’t believe in love in my area, in my area
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| Popo had my bros in cuffs in my area, in my area
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| We didn’t believe in love in my area, in my area
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| Popo had my bros in cuffs in my area, in my area
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| Figures don’t lie, I would keep doin' numbers
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| Still fuckery, giving gyal cucumbers
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| My g’s got the lind, your boyfriend’s the runners
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| On the block, the funky md’s on us
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| Living life like I’m supposed to
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| Toast up, toast down, me a toast too
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| Bros said they wan' ghost you
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| Just stay around the people you close to
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| Shame you blamin' others, likkle greedy motherfuckers
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| Ooh, yeah, yeah
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| Swear on my mudder’s love, my family and my brothers
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| Ooh, yeah, yeah
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| We were kids, we have hope and prayer
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| Held tight when the rope was there
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| In my area, in my area
|
| There were days when shit got scarier
|
| There was bitches all over the kid from young
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| They knew that falling from my shit was long
|
| It was beat and dust, sleep and fuck
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| Leave ‘em brook, the reason was
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| We didn’t believe in love in my area, in my area
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| Popo had my bros in cuffs in my area, in my area
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| We didn’t believe in love in my area, in my area
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| Popo had my bros in cuffs in my area, in my area
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| They said bye, now it’s hi to me
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| Big trek, that’s irony
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| I have demons fighting my soul
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| I have angels piling my goal
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| Spontaneous, that’s so true
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| Unpredictable and social
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| Close up, close down, me a close you
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| They told me to tell you, I told you
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| Meet me under covers girl, the cover right above us
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| Ooh, yeah, yeah
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| We were kids, we have hope and prayer
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| Held tight when the rope was there
|
| In my area, in my area
|
| There were days when shit got scarier
|
| There was bitches all over the kid from young
|
| They knew that falling from my shit was long
|
| It was beat and dust, sleep and fuck
|
| Leave ‘em brook, the reason was
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| We didn’t believe in love in my area, in my area
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| Popo had my bros in cuffs in my area, in my area
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| We didn’t believe in love in my area, in my area
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| Popo had my bros in cuffs in my area, in my area
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| We didn’t believe in love in my area, in my area
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| Popo had my bros in cuffs in my area, in my area |