| Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
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| Hah
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| It’s Gucci
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| Hah
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| I was piss poor, sleeping on the dirt floor
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| And we couldn’t pay the rent so it’s a notice on the door
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| The neighbors been noticed so what I’ma front for?
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| Using pennies for the bus like what I’ma stunt for?
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| Mama workin' like a dog but we still broke
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| We lighting candles in the house 'cause the lights off
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| The best thing that ever happened, I got kicked out
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| Bought me a Chevy, got a grill, now I’m gold-mouthed
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| I lost my daddy last year, I couldn’t even cry
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| 'Cause it’s so hard to shed a tear, he didn’t even try
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| The only person in the world I could fully trust
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| Was my older brother Vic, that’s just how it was
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| Top in the trunk, this for Bankroll and Slim Dunk
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| I miss that girl Beasley, she was a real one
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| I had an artist that I treated like my own son
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| Gave him the shirt off my back and my own gun
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| R.I.P. |
| to Shawty Lo, Mister Don Don
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| It’s been rainin' so long, when the sun comin'?
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| I’m drop top but put the top up when the storm comin'
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| Sometimes I think about my past, it make me start tripping
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| I was gifted with a talent that was God-given
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| But I was so hard-headed I would not listen
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| Sometimes I sit and I reflect about that cold prison
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| And doin' pull-ups with a nigga got a life sentence
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| They gave my nigga Grant life, he only gained on me
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| Five years later, how we in the same room?
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| You go to jail, that’s when you see who really love you
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| I don’t think nobody love me like my auntie Jean do
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| R.I.P my auntie Jean and uncle Goat too
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| How you gon' judge me? |
| You don’t know what I been through
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| I think these killers need a hug, I need a hug too
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| You send a slug, I’ll send a slug, you know how thugs do
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| But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too
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| I’m just a work in progress, I’m not even through
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| But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too
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| I’m just a work in progress, I’m not even through
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| Wop
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| Hah
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| Woo |