| I was born on the 9th month, 9th day, '70 I arrived
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| Down to earth just like my mama but LV gave me my South Park side
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| I real hustler, got game in his blood
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| Mama real too, through them I developed two kinds of love
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| One for that street life but the other for peace
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| But the two can’t live together, so inside I’m a beast
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| I’m mystified by the cash flow that I never seen
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| Partners coming up doing dirt while I’m broke living clean
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| Know what I mean? |
| Picture being on the cut walking
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| What I thought was just my conscience on the cool was just the law talking
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| Telling me I need to live my life legitimate
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| I’m in the Mr Fiends with money tryna get a hit
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| I block him out, snatch the paper, pass the rock and shout
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| «Get off my corner», any shiest manoeuvres, knock him out
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| No more school, I’m dropping out, pockets popping out
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| Everything new, me and the crew, yeah I’m talking about that.
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| Street life, hustling for a living
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| Street life, taking never giving
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| All night, tryna ease the pain I’m feeling
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| The world is making it hard on me
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| Tryna find a way to make it better
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| Knowing I- we’ve been doing this forever
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| So I’m down for whatever
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| The world is making it hard on me
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| I’m tryna turn a dollar into 15 G’s
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| Got to flip my game 360 degrees
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| Started asking myself questions, tripping, tryna soul search
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| Am I a hypocrite for putting dope money in church?
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| Through the bad I’m tryna do some good
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| This brother told me when you come up, open up a business in the hood
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| Never did ‘cause I let the streets make me hard
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| My mama threw up her hands and said, «Take me Lord»
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| When she found that sack in my room full of crack
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| She made me raise out the crib and said, «Don't come back»
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| Didn’t faze me ‘cause I knew that the game pays me
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| Mama brought me in the world but the hood raised me
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| I’m just a teen tryna live good so understand
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| Caught in-between a mind of childhood and being a man
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| I’m losing touch bur never lost the love for the game
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| My partners feel me ‘cause they going through the same in that…
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| Street life, hustling for a living
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| Street life, taking never giving
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| All night, tryna ease the pain I’m feeling
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| The world is making it hard on me
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| Tryna find a way to make it better
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| Knowing I- we’ve been doing this forever
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| So I’m down for whatever
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| The world is making it hard on me
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| Picture all them crack pipes with nobody lighting
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| Picture blacks at a club and nobody fighting
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| Picture everybody paid with no bother
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| Picture all babies growing up with a father
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| I had to stay paid so dirt was my alternative
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| Went to the Mosque, they told me that I need to learn to live
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| Positive and never disrespect my own
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| How the Hell we call ourselves grown and live at home
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| With mama starting drama talking back and throwing a fit
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| You better love her while she here ‘cause when she’s gone that’s it
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| You’re feeling like you wanna change but the chance is slim
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| You got two kids now you’re tryna live your life through them
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| Hoping they don’t make the same mistake you made and fail
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| It took them years to know it’s hard to raise a son in jail
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| Ain’t nothing new to K-Rino, man I know all about that
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| We need to unite and do right and raise up out that…
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| Street life, hustling for a living
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| Street life, taking never giving
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| All night, tryna ease the pain I’m feeling
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| The world is making it hard on me
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| Tryna find a way to make it better
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| Knowing I- we’ve been doing this forever
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| So I’m down for whatever
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| The world is making it hard on me |