| Say, say Tasha say Brianna run over there and bring me my cup ya heard me
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| Bring me that right there
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| Nigga already know my swagger sit on the ceiling with hopes of grabbing a
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| million
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| If rap don’t happen to happen its back to bagging and pitching
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| How can a child heed they father when he somewhere in the pen
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| 30 days from my release right back in the streets again
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| Prayers go to heaven, when you close your eyes
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| The gunshot sounds come as no surprise
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| When living in a soldier man town
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| When living in a soldier man town
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| No sunshine skies are grey
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| But we live this night and day
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| I Guess I’m living in a soldier man town
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| I Guess I’m living in a soldier man town
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| 750 Li, dive in the streets
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| You learn to swallow your pride or you die tryna eat
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| Kevin Gates, don’t know what to call it, forever me
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| Whatcha months like, I ain’t sold grass since 17
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| God I know you in control of the cards and you deal em right
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| My dawg gave his heart to the Lord, and got hit with life
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| At least we still see him, not at all freedom
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| Family pictures without you in em, we not at all cheesing
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| Something about your daughter, the way she be looking at me
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| Give her toys, and I spoil her, she still don’t be looking happy
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| Niggas look crooked at me, symbol of success
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| Bread Winners Association got the emblem on my neck
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| Out of town Beto and Brian we talking brick money
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| A8, R8 Spyder, we talking whip money
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| Pigeon on the strip, feet hurting, you talking trick money
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| Had to get a job to survive, cough up your rent money
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| Prayers go to heaven, when you close your eyes
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| The gunshot sounds come as no surprise
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| When living in a soldier man town
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| When living in a soldier man town
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| No sunshine skies are grey
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| But we live this night and day
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| I Guess I’m living in a soldier man town
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| I Guess I’m living in a soldier man town
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| Lord bless me with another topic, public defender
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| No dream team, no Johnny Cockrin
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| The mothers of my children got they own specific ways
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| Head first in the game, keep hunger pains away
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| When Grandfather passed away, I heard him say you the man of the family
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| Never thought the Judge and the DA’s would try to slam me
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| Now I understand that it, ain’t no understanding
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| Money in my hand, my respect, I’m demanding
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| Label label me reckless safe to say a loose cannon
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| Fast cars, fast broads, and penitentiary chances
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| Broke it off they like family, big dawgs got involved
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| Now the kid is outstanding
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| Nike sweats, White G-Stock look who out standing on the block
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| Fiends passing, watching things harassing
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| Stop it, in the street I’m tryna see a profit
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| Can’t go get a job, I ain’t got no other option
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| True life confessions, expressing what I believe
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| Scars on the surface, with mines I can bleed
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| Everything I lost, eventually Ima see
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| Lay my life down, holding my weapon willing to squeeze
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| Stuck in the street life
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| Sucking my teeth like
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| Hustle to eat, while I’m, clutching my heat
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| Object of the game was to stack and get out of here
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| Shoulda never changed, so I’m trapped, can’t get out of here
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| Prayers go to heaven, when you close your eyes
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| The gunshot sounds come as no surprise
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| When living in a soldier man town
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| When living in a soldier man town
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| No sunshine skies are grey
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| But we live this night and day
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| I Guess I’m living in a soldier man town
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| I Guess I’m living in a soldier man town |