| I left My city, 18, right after Jordan died
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| They think they know the story, but they didn’t, right?
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| That solidified
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| My decision, told my niggas I was dippin'
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| If I didn’t, I would be the next nigga dead or in prison
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| So I left
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| I was stressed
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| This is a test
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| You cannot study for
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| It’s been 4 years now
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| Almost 5!
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| I’m almost 24
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| I done learned a lot, made some money, I’ll make plenty more
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| But it’s been times when I ain’t had a dime and had to sleep on floors
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| Have you ever slept outside?
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| Praying that the sun will rise?
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| Praying that you fucking die?
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| Look up to the fucking sky
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| Hoping that you see a God
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| But he is not around
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| And the demons on the ground
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| They try to bring you further down
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| (uh)
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| This is the realest
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| I came up from nothing
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| So ya’ll gotta feel it
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| Gimme that Henny, man
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| And don’t even chill it
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| Then fade out these niggas
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| That’s fake as acrylic
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| Then pop me another one
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| (?) just to spill it
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| For all of my niggas
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| That’s dead or in prison
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| I must be over my head on a mission
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| To make sure my niggas got food in the kitchen
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| Who is you kidding?!
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| Yeah, I love this shit
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| I’m so high right now
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| Yet I never get nervous
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| Dropped a single
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| Yeah, I’m independent, it’s true
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| We getting money
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| I’ll (?) you with that (?)
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| And I’m like hell yeah. |
| (yeah, yeah, yeah…)
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| (uh)
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| (x4) And I’m like hell yeah
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| Hell yeah, hell yeah
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| Fucking right, damn right
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| All right
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| Ahhh yeah
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| So much I sacrificed
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| This must be afterlife
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| Oh, this is settled now (?)
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| Are they friends or they foe
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| I can’t tell now
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| Niggas be up (?) now
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| Came way too far, I can’t fail now
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| Hell yeah
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| Hell yeah, hell yeah
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| Fucking right, fucking right
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| All right
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| And we say hell yeah
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| Hell yeah, hell yeah
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| Fucking right, damn right
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| All right |