| You, know, no evil, no flaws, your evil on pause
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| My evil don’t go, go, go
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| I, leave, my shoes at the door, no mud on the floor
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| Unless my mama ain’t home, home, home
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| I, clean, after myself when I flaw, I leave no messes at all
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| I hope she don’t leave her keys on the shelf
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| And come back to see the mess on her floor
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| And see my shoes on her rug
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| When they should be at the door, door, door
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| I was supposed to be a doctor or somethin'
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| Honor roll like my auntie and cousins
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| But instead, I was a robber or somethin'
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| 'Til they caught me red handed like my arm in the oven
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| «Goddamn Jay, do you do anything right?»
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| «Goddamn Jay, you could barely read or write»
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| «Goddamn Jay, you never ever get good grades»
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| «Goddamn Jay, you could barely pass fifth grade»
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| That’s what my momma would say
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| And it would eat at my mind, I used to think all the time
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| «If I could be a good boy, she’d probably love me a lot»
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| The only time I felt loved was when I went down the block
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| Across the street from the house, just down the street from the shop
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| That’s where the bad boys hung, your momma said don’t go
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| But I would go anyway, that’s where I felt at home (felt home, felt home,
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| felt home)
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| (5 minutes remaining)
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| No wonder my life went down, down, down
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| Down, down, down, down
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| Down, down, down, down, down, down
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| No wonder my life went down, down, down
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| Down, down, down, down
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| Down, down, down, down, down, down, down
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| Did you go around the block by the shop? |
| (No)
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| Was that you with the boys throwing rocks? |
| (No)
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| Was that your friend on the news that I saw? |
| (No)
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| Was that your name spray painted on the wall? |
| (No)
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| Did you go around the block by the shop? |
| (No)
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| Was that you with the boys throwing rocks? |
| (No)
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| Was that your friend on the news that I saw? |
| (No)
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| Was that your name spray painted on the wall? |
| (No)
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| (One minute remaining)
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| We gettin' it and we gon' make it
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| And they gon' hate it and I’m his favorite
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| I can’t deny it, I’m a straight rider
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| But when we get together be electric slidin', grandma
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| Bumping in my headphones
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| On the way to school on a school bus
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| Where the cool ones, usually the «act a fool» ones
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| And the new ones, usually the ones they pick on
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| That was me, the whole class used to laugh at me
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| They use to say «get away from Jay, he an African
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| And everybody knows that them Africans stink»
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| A booty scratcher that never scratched on my ass differently
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| Than a regular human with itchy cheeks
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| Got me like «fuck this elementary
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| And if I had a knife, I’d probably cut this elementary
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| My grades been fucked since the first grade
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| And that ain’t 'bout to change so your honor roll will never mention me
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| And momma ain’t never gon' love me»
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| The reason why she come home after work and never hug me
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| That’s the shit that’ll make your life feel forever ugly
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| So I covered up my face with this ski mask
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| Bet the hoes gon' love me with my ski mask
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| But when my ass got caught, everybody went ghost
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| But the one that I used to think hated me the most
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| I love you momma
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| (30 seconds remaining)
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| Did you need a couple dollars on your books? |
| (Yeah)
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| Do you have enough covers on your bunk? |
| (Yeah)
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| Do your cell mates give you any problems?
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| If they do, what’s the jailhouse number? |
| I’ma call 'em (no)
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| Do you understand what I was tryna say? |
| (Yeah)
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| Oh now you understand what I was tryna say (yeah)
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| But even though you make me mad and never listen
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| You my baby and I’m still gon lo-
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| (This call has ended, goodbye.) |