| I’m a livin' little good thing
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| It’s like you never lived for me
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| Mama said you was a good thing, uh
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| Good, good, good
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| Yeah
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| We came a long way, man, we done came a long way
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| And we sittin' on top of this shit
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| This shit can go one or two ways
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| This shit can go up, it can go down
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| Either way, nigga, I’m prepared
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| Feel me? |
| Yeah
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| I be comin' in peace, but fuck me
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| Best beware of the others
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| This shit deep, undercovers creep
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| This Southern heat make unbearable summers
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| Just last week, seen your mama weep
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| Crying 'cause she don’t wan' bury your brother
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| The blood leaks while the EMTs
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| Gotta carry her baby like surrogate mothers
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| Woah, thank God we survived around where the terrorists hovered
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| Though traumatized, wouldn’t trade it for nothin'
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| Through hard times, it was there I discovered a hustle
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| And makin' the best out the struggle
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| I kept grindin' 'til this day, up a level
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| Respect mine, gotta stay out of trouble
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| 'Cause TEC-9's like the AR rebuttals
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| Cole World, niggas knowin' what it is
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| Just in case they don’t, I show 'em what it is
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| Then in summer, I do real numbers
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| Couldn’t dare touch it if they sold the double disc
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| Block hot, niggas burnin' up the street
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| Shots poppin' and we heard it up the street
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| It’s a war, niggas runnin' up the score
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| Jesus said that you should turn the other cheek
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| Voiceless niggas gettin' murdered every week
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| Dead bodies, smell the odor in the street
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| My homie' homie got out on parole
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| He sold more Coca-Cola than the soda industry
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| Summertime bring the coldest winter breeze
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| Hella blues like the Rollin' 60's
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| Christ went to Heaven aged thirty-three
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| And so did Pimp C and so did Nipsey
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| I told you, I told you
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| This shit can go up, it can go down, I don’t give a fuck
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| Nigga, I done seen the highest heights
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| I done seen it twice
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| And I’ve seen them lowest of the lows
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| And still I rose
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| Now I’m at your neck, nigga, yeah |