| And all my people thats drug dealing
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| Just to get by stack your money till it gets sky high
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| We weren’t suppose to make it past 25 jokes on you we still alive
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| Throw your hands up in the sky and say
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| «We don’t care what people say»
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| If this is your first time hearin' this
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| You are about to experience somethin so cold man we
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| Never had nothing handed took nothing for granted
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| Took nothin from no man, man I’m my own man
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| But as a shorty I looked up to the dope man
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| Only adult man I knew that wasn’t broke man
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| Flickin' Starter coats man, man you don’t know man
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| We don’t care what people say
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| This is for my niggas outside all winter
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| 'Cuz this summer they ain’t finna say next summer I’m finna
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| Sittin' in the hood like community colleges
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| This dope money here is lil Tre’s scholarship
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| 'Cuz ain’t no tuition for havin' no ambition
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| And ain’t no loans for sittin' your ass at home
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| So we forced to sell crack rap and get a job
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| You gotta do somethin' man your ass is grown
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| Drug dealin' just to get by stack your money till it gets sky high
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| Kids sing, kids sing
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| We weren’t suppose to make it past 25, jokes on you we still alive
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| Throw your hands up in the sky and say
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| «We don’t care what people say»
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| The second verse is for my dawgs working 9 to 5
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| That still hustle 'cuz a nigga can’t shine off 6: 55
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| And everybody sellin' make up, Jacob’s and bootleg tapes
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| Just to get they cake up we put shit on layaway then come back
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| We claim other people kids on our income tax
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| We take that money, cop work then push packs
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| To get paid and we don’t care what people say
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| Momma say she wanna move south
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| Scratching lottery tickets eyes on a new house
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| Around the same time Doe ran up in Dude’s house couldn’t get a job
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| So since he couldn’t get work, he figured he take work the drug
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| Game bolemic it’s hard to get weight
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| So niggas money is homo it’s hard to get straight
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| But we gonna keep bakin' to the day we get cake
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| And we don’t care what people say, my niggas
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| Drug dealin' just to get by stack your money till it gets sky high
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| Kids sing, kids sing
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| We weren’t suppose to make it past 25 but jokes on you we still alive
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| Throw your hands up in the sky and say
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| «We don’t care what people say»
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| You know the kids gonna act a fool
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| When you stop the programs for after school and they DCF’s
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| Some of them dyslexic they favorite 50 cent song is 12 questions
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| We scream rocks blow weed, park see now we smart we ain’t retards
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| The way teachers thought hold up hold fast we make mo cash
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| Now, tell my momma I belong in that slow class
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| It’s bad enough, we on welfare
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| You tryin' to put me on the school bus with the space for the wheel chair
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| I’m tryin' to get the car with the chromy wheels here
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| You tryin' to cut our lights out like we don’t live here
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| Look at what’s handed us, father’s abandon us
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| When we get the hammers go and call the ambulance
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| Sometimes I feel no one in this world understands us
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| But we don’t care what people say, my niggas
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| Drug dealin' just to get by stack your money till it gets sky high
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| Kids sing, kids sing
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| We weren’t suppose to make it past 25 but jokes on you we still alive
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| Throw your hands up in the sky and say
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| «We don’t care what people say» |