| My momma see my page, said baby you a winner
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| Now at this tender age, Lord knows that I’m finna
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| I’m dealing with this rage, and abortions got me pent up
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| We could all die tonight, Lord knows that I’m
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| Look, Lord forgive me for all my bad decisions
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| My pot of gold was never hidden underground, it was packed in a bowl
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| With a woman by my side, couple snacks from the store
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| Perfecting every line, shit was left from the floor
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| My momma tell me «Get a job,» but employment ain’t employing us
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| Not with my record, right stage exit
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| Momma, I’m a king, but they pay me peasant
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| He tell me that I’m fired and he say it so pleasant
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| The hood under fire, local news not present
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| They focused on Trayvon, and they focused on the President
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| I guess it’s unimportant in my residence
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| See they never say they love you in the present tense
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| I think I’m quitting school, I’mma be in debt
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| And work fast food, shit I’m sorry I ain’t made it yet
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| I try to, I try to talk 'bout my problems, but that shit don’t ever…
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| Don’t never fucking come out right… don’t never fucking…
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| Don’t never fucking come out right when I try to
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| Ay, was suicide from the top of the swing set
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| Maybe I could fly but I ain’t got my wings yet
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| They tell me, «Get a job, nigga grow up, the bills still piled
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| They don’t care if you don’t blow up, you dropping out of college, huh
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| You unemployed so I know you spitting polished, huh
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| You the first born, how you still your momma problem child?
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| Britney was a bitch, she always said that you was selfish
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| So go and buy your bitch, that’s how you do it when you wealthy»
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| Oh, chlamydiae, I thought you said that you was healthy
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| I’m tryna make it big, God, they said that you would help me
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| Say it so selfless yet pray it so selfish
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| I’m scared to go to Hell, smoke it to the piece
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| Piece landed me in jail, movies with a bitch
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| Bitch pregnant as hell, I was happier in jail
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| Devil on my shoulders, tell me no, I shouldn’t get it
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| I probably made a baby off in that Honda Civic
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| After I dropped my baby off in that Honda Civic
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| I probably should repeat it, I know you didn’t get it |