| What’s up homey, long time no see, man
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| Yeah i’m chilling man, how you been doing?
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| That’s good, good to see you, you looking good
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| How your mama been doing?
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| Real good man, tell her I said «Hi» man
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| Got much love to y’all, stay up all right, yeah
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| Man I’m doing bad, I’ma come real with it
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| It ain’t struggle that make a man, it’s how the man deal with it
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| Last days you gotta recognize the negative ways and turn from 'em
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| We all make mistakes G but the key is to learn from 'em
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| I’ve been blessed to come across a little paper
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| Made a lick and spent it quick then had lost a little paper
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| Appreciating what we got, we true hood scholars
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| Then sat in circles with my partners, pitching in change to scrape for 5 dollars
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| When ya leave home the world change all of a sudden
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| Full grown, you on your own partner, the world don’t owe you nothing
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| I’m in this hole ducking and dodging the Grim Reaper
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| But the more I try to dig my way out it’s getting deeper
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| I’m doin' bad baby
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| When everything around you is going wrong
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| (Man, I’m doin' bad up in the hood but I’m still hanging)
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| And hard times seems to last too long
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| (I gotta stop all that singing and start swinging)
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| Your old school homeboys dead and gone
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| (Man, I’m doin' bad up in the hood but I’m still hanging)
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| The game don’t change keep pushing on
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| (Feel that, uh)
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| I’m tryna show love but people take the bad and provoke
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| If I give this bum a dollar will he eat it or smoke it?
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| Put speculations to the side and just go out on a limb
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| I’m visualizing myself one day being just like him
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| So I focus on my paper, got a mission to rise
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| And try to see life through the eyes of the poor and despised
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| 'Cause they’re my people man, I never turn my back on 'em
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| To my young hustlers walking these cuts with crack on 'em
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| It’s another way, I hope you’re feeling your brother
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| I know that cash be coming fast, but dog we killin each other
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| Making bad move, trusting fools, caught up in crosses
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| And you ain’t different from the rest player, we all done took losses
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| Better shake it off 'cause a real man would accept
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| Responsibility and play it with the hand he was dealt
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| See my shrink done even ran out of questions to ask
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| Plus I’m holding family animosity from the past
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| When everything around you is going wrong
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| (We doin' bad up in this hood but I’m still hanging)
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| And hard times seems to last too long
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| (Time to stop all that singing and start swinging)
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| Your old school homeboys dead and gone
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| (Got my partners on the cut, man they still slanging)
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| The game don’t change keep pushing on
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| (real out here, uh)
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| My paper playing out, really ain’t too much in my stack
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| In a Lacc, clutching a gat, my stomach touching my back
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| The world is testing me, but at the same time my girl’s stressing me
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| My actions be the reason why the Man ain’t blessing me
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| Should I chase mine with skill or a gun on my waist line?
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| And face time, these questions go deep as a bass line
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| I’ma take it the whole nine or catch a case trying
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| Confess my sins hoping that God will erase mine
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| Gotta raise ya game level when the trouble appears
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| I got partners I been hanging with for 15 years
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| Yeah, I’m strong but I’m worn out and tired in the mind
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| 'Cause water drippin on a rock can wear it down over time
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| Ya feel me? |
| I ain’t a baller, I’m a child of the ditch
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| Being broke is a test, but money is a trial for the rich
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| And to the ones that past on, G’s we lost in the game
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| Y’all come to life every time somebody mention ya name
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| When everything around you is going wrong
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| (We doin' bad up in this hood but I’m still hanging)
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| And hard times seems to last too long
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| (Time to stop all that singing and start swinging)
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| Your old school homeboys dead and gone
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| (Got my partners on the cut, man they still slanging)
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| The game don’t change keep pushing on
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| (real out here, uh)
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| Throw 'em up for ya partner that done past away
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| Throw 'em up for that baby that was born today
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| Throw 'em up if ya hustling and making ya pay
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| Throw 'em up if ya feeling every word I say
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| It’s like that |