| Dad, are we gonna be poor?
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| Cus I don’t ever want to be poor
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| Then you won’t
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| I decided right then and there I wasn’t gonna live like that
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| I can’t rewind the hands of time but you been on my mind (on my mind)
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| Everytime you said I couldn’t I just made it mine (made it mine)
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| You can do it how I did it you just gotta grind (gotta grind)
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| Infatuated with the hood but the love is blind (gang signs)
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| I fell in love the day I looked into my daughters eyes (I love you)
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| I love my sons too fuck it we gone comprimise (good)
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| You a general remember you a son of mine (you a general)
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| Anybody tell you different son they outta line (outta line)
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| And when you fall just get up ain’t no time to cry (ain't no time to cry)
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| And I ain’t ever quitting on you I’ll be by your side (never quit)
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| I live my whole life with feelings that I try to hide (try to hide)
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| I wised up I’m only drinking out this alkaline (alkaline)
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| Follow your ambition ain’t nobody stoppin ya (ain't nobody)
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| Everything elegant but quite like the mafia (brrattt, yeah)
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| Made it out the ghetto like I promised (like I promised)
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| Hopped out the rolls royce like I promised (like I promised)
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| And made my mother smile like I promised (like I promised)
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| Tell me why the kept hatting through the progress (progress)
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| I need a hundred mil, (hundred mil)
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| We need a hundred mil (hundred mil, woo)
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| I need a hundred
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| I could’ve done a interview on chelsea lately (yeah)
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| Gave connection to some people but they all betrayed me (yeah)
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| Wrote songs for you dog now you gotta pay me (ugh huh)
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| Its fucked up for all the credit that you never gave me (ugh huh)
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| I give my daughter kisses
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| Teach my son the business (ugh)
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| Do it right for all the time my family said they missed me
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| Pops trippin, moms tryna do the dishes (what)
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| It’s hard to balance but I manifested my ambitions (what what)
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| I’m a golden boy but I ain’t signed to delahoya (yeah)
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| I could of lost it with the traffic up in that toyota (vroom)
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| I made a honest living, honestly it’s baking soda (woo)
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| In a parking lot with gangstas sippin on coronas (woo)
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| Graduated from the streets we didn’t get diplomas (we)
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| I understood when the black and white pulled us over (ah)
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| I built an enterprise, for the lives of my kin (ah)
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| Protect your essence, never lose your innocence (ah)
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| Made it out the ghetto like I promised (like I promised)
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| Hopped out the rolls royce like I promised (like I promised)
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| And made my mother smile like I promised (like I promised)
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| Tell me why the kept hatting through the progress (progress)
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| I need a hundred mil, (hundred mil)
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| We need a hundred mil (hundred mil, woo)
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| I need a hundred |