| Far from a nigga, don’t call me a nigga 'less you call me my nigga
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| I love niggas, I’m your only white friend
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| I bet you hate your own complexion, bet you wish you light skin
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| I dream a dream and write 'em like right then I bet you dreamed 'em before
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| But it’s the hesitant the fear of all the shit you don’t know
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| My momma told me not to listen to them bitches no more
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| And ever since I’ve been riding in my Honda solo, 4-door, it’s kinda busted
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| It get me to my girlfriend house so I can bust it, I see potential
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| I feel it in my soul, kinda bitter with my father, tryna let that shit go
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| But I don’t know
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| I wanna smoke the pain away but the weed’ll get me fired
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| From a job that I need, where’s the weed? |
| (Man, fuck it)
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| I ain’t tryna change the world, I just wanna change my own life
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| And transition a couple wrongs right, up
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| One of them long nights, contemplated suicide
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| In the mirror you and I, it’s do or die
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| I love my poppa man
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| Them niggas without a father, hope the chopper jam
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| Big brothers and single mothers put they kids first
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| Bang bang, whoopty-whoop guess who was hit first, khaki
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| Bitch |