| I don’t talk to my dad bout shit
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| Bout life, and all this
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| All about my future and where its headed
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| About self-destruction and about my own obsession
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| Wit this crazy dream I had when I was seven;
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| About how I’d get it, bring it to fruition
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| Make the people listen, to my own story
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| Pain and glory, I hope they see the vision!
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| Lord, I hope you have a heart for forgiveness
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| Cause Jesus knows I’ve been out here sinning
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| I just hope that it makes a difference
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| I just hope that it makes a difference
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| My mom called and said she was proud
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| I always knew she was
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| It was just cool, to hear her say it out loud
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| I tend to feel alone sometimes
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| Even when I’m in a crowd
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| I get lost sometimes
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| But I think that I found, I think that found, that…
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| This is the greatest story that I’ve ever told
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| This pain is like the sweetest shawty I’ve ever known
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| Don’t trust these nigga’s
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| Trust yo struggle
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| Don’t trust these bitches
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| They don’t love you
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| Don’t trust these nigga’s
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| Trust yo struggle
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| Don’t trust these bitches
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| Trust yo struggle |
| This song is to 19 year old me
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| Back in 08' on P street
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| Find me, Curtis, Johnny, Key! |
| David, Ceej
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| Trying peace up for some food and weed
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| Wit no place to go, no where to be
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| My phones off, and got on dirty jeans
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| Hop on all them trains, just trying leave
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| Saying fuck a follow, we trying to lead
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| Saying fuck a job, that ain’t what we need
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| Need illions for our families
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| Paper printed on our family trees
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| God bless the ones we lost as causalities
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| Seven years ago, it might be hard to see
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| With the pressure on it, and it’s hard to breathe
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| But some advice between you and me
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| I know just how it be, so
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| Don’t trust these nigga’s
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| Trust yo struggle
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| Don’t trust these bitches
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| Trust yo struggle
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| Don’t trust these nigga’s
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| Trust yo struggle
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| Don’t trust these bitches
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| Trust yo struggle |