| Yeah
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| I’m built Ford tough (Carmelo)
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| No, this how I used to be feelin'
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| Killer, you heard me (James put the check, boy)
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| Yeah
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| Crossed out, hex, feel like I’m possessed
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| I wanna handle baby daddy, it just ain’t happen yet
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| My wife just sent that paper there, I just ain’t grab it yet
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| Nominated for the GRAMMYs, I went back to jail
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| Racist judge found me guilty, sent me back to Hell
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| Lost trial in the feds, went back on appeal
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| My lil' ones irkin' out, he back on them pills
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| Zombies lurkin', close the curtains, we back on the steel
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| The voodoo lady say, «Okay,» I say, «I had to kill»
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| Get 'em down there for a show and put that racket here
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| Traffic tickets, had too many, I was gettin' stopped
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| Never happen when I’m by myself so bein' friendly stopped
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| I rock a lotta gold chains, I am not a coward
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| I’m thuggin' hard, I’m connected to the higher power
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| Damn near lost it all believing' in a bitch nigga
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| Okay, problem solved, I do shit a little different
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| Talked about behind the back by my own family
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| But I’m built Ford tough, and I still hold up
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| Instances I used to deal with tried to hurt my marriage
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| But I’m built Ford tough, and I still hold up
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| They stack the deck with bitch niggas, everybody backs 'em (They do)
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| Been in the game since shit stains and I’m 'bout that action (I'm 'bout that)
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| I never ratted, a Louisiana livin' legend (Why?)
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| Bitch, I’m in traffic, you play with Gates, you got to wet it (Grrat)
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| Just remember, I’m not a talker, I’m a stepper (I'm a stepper)
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| Broad day, I go to walkin' up, applyin' pressure (Boom, boom, boom)
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| Free C Murder (Ooh), they tried to ban me from the prisons (Ooh)
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| Maybe they know I’m only happy when I see my niggas (Ah)
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| Maybe they wanna see me broke or dead or back there with 'em (They do)
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| Shoutout the ones in the system with a life sentence (Oh, oh)
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| Woman pregnant for another brother, never visit (Don't)
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| Shoutout the ones who still show love in the city
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| The way they hate you, make you kinda hate to fuck with the city (Hm)
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| Gangster reason, long nights I remember (I remember)
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| I ask Big Dana for some pictures, I just really miss ya (Whaddup?)
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| Roamin' the trenches where the cocaine get delivered
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| Say, look
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| Don’t never go look for yourself inside somebody else, you heard me
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| 'Cause some of these niggas outchea ain’t really cut like we cut
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| You know, we cut from a bandana
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| You know, these niggas cut from shit paper, you heard me
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| That shit sounds good until it takes place
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| But I’m built Ford tough, and I still hold up
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| But I’m built Ford tough, and I still hold up
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| But I’m built Ford tough, and I still hold up |