| I been through it all, I done seen a lot
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| That’s why I thank the Lord, I’m blessed for everything I got
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| I slept in them cars, served on the blocks
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| It made me who I am, it made me everything you not
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| Since 2nd grade been dreaming 'bout Os in my bank account
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| Momma drunk, sleep on the couch, brother serving out the house
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| Shit, it’s just another day on 7th Street, from dope and weed
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| We out late and got everything, what you need?
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| Been gang bangin' since gold nugget rings and wallabees
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| '99 summer, know Lil Lody gon' pop for me
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| Banging the Hot Boys, thought I was B. G
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| Bringing guerrilla warfare if any nigga fuck with me
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| Learned from my older Gs, play football for Coach at Long Beach
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| Probably would’ve thought that I would be the man
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| Can’t wait till I see him again, your young boy got a little bigger
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| And I ended up being that nigga, being that nigga
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| I don’t know how else, I’d make it
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| If I didn’t know myself, I knew I couldn’t run away
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| So I made a way for me
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| And somehow ended up here
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| Somehow ended up here, yeah
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| Somehow ended up here, living the dream
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| Hard times made us closer, good times made us beef
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| Another day another struggle, growing up on the East
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| But regardless, these my people and my family gotta eat
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| So I’m rapping and making beats to get my niggas out the streets
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| Losing sleep to get shit that we never had
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| Get my momma out that bottle, get my niggas out that can
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| Out here going full throttle, breaks, I don’t understand
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| Now I’m shittin' on these niggas makin' bitches leave they man
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| In Guyana getting tan, South America or France
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| Even when I’m in the pens, a young nigga want the pen
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| The young nigga getting ends, all his dollars making sense
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| Automatics come with sticks in case they come with the shit
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| I’m clapping like a nasty bitch, had to part away from them niggas
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| That say that they do but they don’t fuck with you
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| frame then I got that picture
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| Then ended up being that nigga, being that nigga
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| I don’t know how else, I’d make it
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| If I didn’t know myself, I knew I couldn’t run away
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| So I made a way for me
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| And somehow ended up here
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| Somehow ended up here, yeah
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| Somehow ended up here, living the dream |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ended Up, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Chipper Jones Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп