| I was on the block right, wasn’t in my right mind
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| Just a young nigga, hustlin', tryna get mines
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| Movin' with the 9 double m
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| Niggas like «You don’t really wanna fuck with him»
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| Yeah, young teenager, 'fatuated with paper
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| Yeah I had to get it, cause momma, she wasn’t able
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| Black and white TV set, no cable
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| Forties in the fridge, chicken noodles on the table
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| I wasn’t born with a silver spoon
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| Child of the ghetto, raised off a different tune
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| Watchin' Bob Barker in my living room
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| If «The Price Was Right», I could get you a whole living room
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| Yeah, them was my gutter ways back in the gutter days
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| No education, but the gutter pays
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| Through it all came a long way
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| From sellin' the yay', fist fights to gun play
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| Back then
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| Sittin' on the block and I’m doin' bad
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| Dreaming about the things that I never had
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| Got me thinking to myself «I gotta get it man»
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| You can play if you want, I’m gon' get it man
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| I say, all my life I’ve known
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| One day eventually I’ll blow
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| Yeah
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| Times is torn as it is
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| That’s why I got guns, and my guns got kids
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| That’s why I be goin' so tough on them hoes
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| I play my own hand, I don’t shuffle or fold
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| Fuck with a nigga, let go fuck with some hoes
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| Hear them bitches screamin' like they stuck in a hole
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| I am not a deamon, but was once a lost soul
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| 'Til I found myself a block away from the cross road
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| I have, outgrown the fishbowl
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| And I’m on my feet like a fuckin insole
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| Yeah it may hurt like a fuckin' left no
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| But it’s «fuck the world», like a fuckin nympho
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| And we spend dough, cause we make more
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| And I make sure, when I say so
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| It’s Jay Rock and Weezy, need I say more
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| Closeline the beat tear, DB I say flow
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| Yeah
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| Sittin' on the block and I’m doin' bad
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| Dreaming about the things that I never had
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| Got me thinking to myself «I gotta get it man»
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| You can play if you want, I’m gon' get it man
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| I say, all my life I’ve known
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| One day eventually I’ll blow
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| Jay Rock, still that same O.G.
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| I ain’t tryna see the grave or the penitentary
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| Everyday living, tryna stay on my feet
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| Even though a nigga paid, but my heart in the streets
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| See my dogs I’m a beast, so hard on these beats
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| So my family can eat, I’ll be damned if I see
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| No income, here come Jay Rock, they know crack music
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| Drug kingpin flow, oh
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| Kingpin hoe, need I say more
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| Your family could die, when I say go (go)
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| Green light green light, whatcha green like?
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| Before ya size me up, get the seam right
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| And I just hop in the phantom when I’m being nice
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| Cause drivin' slow in the Lam', it doesn’t seem right
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| Yeah, and I remember them long nights
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| Livin' the wrong life, but I made that wrong right
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| Weezy!
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| All the struggling
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| All it does is keep my hustling, oh my
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| Sittin' on the block and I’m doin' bad
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| Dreaming about the things that I never had
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| Got me thinking to myself «I gotta get it man»
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| You can play if you want, I’m gon' get it man
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| I say, all my life I’ve known
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| One day eventually I’ll blow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All My Life (In the Ghetto) , by - Jay Rock. Song from the album Follow Me Home, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп