| I gave my dawg a couple hundred, told him hold his head
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| He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed
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| My back was turned when y’all was talkin', but I heard what y’all said
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| Got all these tears I done formed, but they ain’t never shed
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| They said they went through hell and back, when we was livin' there
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| Tryna last a day inside my shoes when I got different pairs
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| I can’t believe this little bitch thought she was slick
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| I got the spits and then I dipped, I had to show her that I didn’t care
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| I pay attention all the time, you got no choice but to respect it
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| I can’t let them take my life, that’s why we walkin' 'round with weapons
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| I can’t get you off my mind, it’s to the point where I be stressin'
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| I got played so many times, it was all I expected, nah, nah
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| Niggas televised my pain when I needed help
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| I always thought I needed you, but bitch, I need myself
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| Who am I to believe a bitch when I don’t believe myself?
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| And I refuse to please a bitch when I can please myself
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| I had my back against the ropes, I had to protect myself
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| The hopes I had were way too high, I used to upset myself
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| I gave you way too many chances, I had to check myself
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| How do you expect me to respect you and you don’t respect yourself?
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| You had no reason to do what you did, but you still did it, nigga
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| They ain’t think I’d make it out the hood until I did it, nigga
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| This for all them days when I woke up and wished I didn’t, nigga
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| And where I’m from, we put in pain before we feel it, nigga
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| I gave my dawg a couple hundred, told him hold his head
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| He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed
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| My back was turned when y’all was talkin', but I heard what y’all said
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| I felt no type of way, just take these bullets to the head
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| I had what you need, I had what you want
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| You was in these streets doin' niggas wrong
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| Now you on my meat, singin' all my songs
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| Now you wanna speak, blowin' up my phone
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| I had what you need, I had what you want
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| You was in these streets doin' niggas wrong
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| When you be with your friends, you be singin' all my songs
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| Now you wanna speak, you be blowin' up my phone
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| I gave my dawg a couple hundred, told him hold his head
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| He locked up, so I pray for him before I go to bed
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| My back was turned when y’all was talkin', but I heard what y’all said
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| I felt no type of way, just take these bullets to the head |