| Know what I mean? |
| I get it by all means?
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| It’s all on me
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| This is my city, this is where I’m from
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| There’s a lot of love, New Warleans
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| Street fame
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| This big gun in my pants go boom
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| Like a bad smell it’ll air out the room
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| In the morning right before your kids go to school
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| Who would have knew by lunch time that he’ll be on the news
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| Reporting live from the city of the blues
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| Investigators looking for clues, blues
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| These hard rhymes come from hard times
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| My pa was doing life, he caught hard time
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| Somebody died, here come the second line
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| Time to crack a smile, hold your cries inside
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| You see the pain in her face through a smirk
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| Celebratin' with your face on a shirt
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| You thought Katrina was the worst thing that happened to us?
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| You thought that FEMA money was enough?
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| But we gotta get it by all means
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| Trynna survive in the city of New Orleans
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| So fuck yesterday, say yes to the day
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| Because who knows if we gon' see tomorrow anyway
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| Only lord knows if we gonna die today
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| So we livin' everyday like it’s Friday, hey
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| Like it’s Friday
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| We livin' everyday like it’s Friday, hey
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| Only lord knows if we gon' die today
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| So we livin' everyday like it’s Friday
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| High grade Adidas, anybody lead us
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| We left the house of blues and then we took it to Anita’s
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| My niggas got the heaters, say they comin' out to meet us
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| We headed to together, said they’ll prolly try to cheat us
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| Trippin' off my homie, I’m knowin' that he a rat
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| He be reachin' out his hand at me, I don’t be reachin' back
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| Be like, oh since you got money now nigga that’s how you act?
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| I read the paperwork and, yo homie, I know the facts
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| I had trouble with the law, but this ain’t the same issue
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| Now I realize we ain’t cut from the same tissue
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| I was tryin' to trim my mustache, but the lights went off
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| Nigga trynna joke about I used to pipe them off
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| Back in early Magnolia when boys done had flippers
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| When tourin' in? |
| was four and a half niggas
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| The hood is all chains, the spirit is gold in it
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| None made the same, the feeling was authentic
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| Little brothers, enjoy y’all life while y’all here man
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| This shit ain’t promised
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| You know these niggas try like a mu' fucka in N-O man
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| I can’t believe this shit
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| Little niggas man, just droppin' off the porch man
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| Just comin' out the womb, 12−13
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| Grabbin' that iron swingin' at mu fuckas
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| Pay attention homies
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| You know I’m not only livin' for me right now, I’m livin' for my kids man
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| And I suggest you do the same thing
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| You got a lot to live for homie, pay attention
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| Hey, Kidd Kidd, I love you for this nigga
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| Niggas get to hear that real shit, you feel me?
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| Uptown, downtown, stay connected nigga, I see you |