| Count it all up, I can never get back
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| I count it all up, I can never get back, uh
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| Let’s speak on the facts, It ain’t too many that like to do that
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| The time that I lost, I can never get back, I got kicked out the house,
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| had to sleep in the trap
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| I’m wearin' in the streets fucking with ultra racks, bitch I don’t cap,
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| I ain’t never liked hats
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| Pockets was slim, now my shit real fat
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| Give 'em that look and my shooter attack
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| Stuck in the streets and my feelings attached
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| No love in my city, shit feel like Iraq
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| Young niggas down 'cause these young niggas strap
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| Ain’t gotta quest to go so step on my back
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| Loyalty seems like it never exist
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| Close friends turn into enemies quick
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| They used to treat me like I wasn’t shit
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| I swear I been through a whole lotta shit
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| More money, more problems, shit making me sick
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| Grown niggas beefin', ain’t making no sense
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| Do this for times when we couldn’t pay the rent
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| Now 'til my next dollar you get fifty cent, uh
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| It’s cancer forever, the reason we spent
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| Speak on my name, bitch you got me bent
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| Blew his shit back, Now he can’t speak again
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| I never went missin', they ask where I been
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| All I can hear is my name in the wind
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| Lord forgive me for all my sins
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| Forever thuggin' like this 'til the end
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| I’m sick of losin', I’m just tryna win
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| Hi-Tec, I never f*ck with the gin
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| Cuban Link on me that’s 3 times 10
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| Young nigga ballin' like I’m Chamberlain
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| Let’s speak on the facts, It ain’t too many that like to do that
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| The time that I lost, I can never get back, got kicked out the house,
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| had to sleep in the trap
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| I’m wearin' in the streets fucking with ultra racks, bitch I don’t cap,
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| I ain’t never liked hats
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| Pockets too slim and my shit real fat
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| Give 'em that look and my shooter attack
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| Stuck in the streets and my feelings attached
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| No love in my city, shit feel like Iraq
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| Young niggas down 'cause these young niggas strap
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| Ain’t gotta quest to go so step on my back
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| Loyalty seems like it never exist
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| Close friends turn into enemies quick
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| They used to treat me like I wasn’t shit
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| I swear I been through a whole lotta shit |