| Yeah
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| Grew up with killers, I ain’t know they was killers
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| We was just together, man, playing Mega Man on Sega, man
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| Your mama loved me to death, she reminded me of Afeni
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| Yeah, a real black queen, if I had a genie
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| I’d wish that she ain’t struggle no more
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| Y’all wouldn’t have to go to sleep with all the roaches if she wasn’t so poor
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| You told me when you came to my house, the shit was like a timeout
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| From reality, one night you asked me what I’m crying 'bout
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| 'Cause you was staying over for the weekend
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| I woke up from out my sleep when I heard mama and my stepfather beefin'
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| I don’t know if he’d been drinkin', but I know this shit got loud
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| And I heard rumbling from struggling and rolling on the ground
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| Could never get used to that sound, my mama saying «Get off me!»
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| My tears is tumbling now, I wish that you never saw me, 'cause I
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| Felt like a coward, so powerless I was only 12
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| I wish I would’ve bust right through that door my fucking self
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| And grabbed the Glock right off the fucking shelf, if nothing else
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| Scared a nigga shitless, there goes two of my wishes
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| Forever scarred, determined to get some heart
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| No matter how big the nigga, no matter how small you are
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| Fast forward to our older years, two different paths
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| You used to talk to me 'bout college, but that shit didn’t last
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| Wasted potential, getting cash, what could I say?
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| So tired of not having things, you’d never see it my way, too proud to fold
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| Your demise, one day much to my surprise
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| My nigga called me, told me you just caught a body twice your size
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| I asked if it was self-defense, he said it was defense of pride
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| And that they tryna give you ten, but if you lucky you’ll do five, damn
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| Not my nigga, the same one that told me
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| That things always get better, just trust me, don’t cry my nigga
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| The news call him a killer, but he my nigga
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| Sad shit, aye yo, genie last wish, free my nigga |