| I know that you tell me that you wish me well
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| But I know you really wish me hell
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| That envy and that jealousy can kill
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| Cause I know you wish you had this for yourself
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| And I’m tired of holdin' in how I feel
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| Tired of halfway comin' real
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| Man I’m tired of alot of shit
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| Walkin' around this bitch like can I live?
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| Cause all the little shit that I deal
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| All the little chicks that I feel
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| Were happiness but in the meantime
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| I was busy feelin' someone else
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| And I can’t blame you moving on for yourself
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| But it’s a shame when niggas pause for the wealth
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| But for me it’s family and nothing else
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| I gotta put them before myself
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| So I sacrifice the love that I should feel
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| To cop the gold chains and gucci belts
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| Cause it’s (uh) as you lookin like the money
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| It don’t matter how you sound, the world deaf
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| One minute you think you doing right, hit the light
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| Fuck around and take a left
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| Hit a nigga that’s havin' a bad day
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| And he fuck around and shoot yo ass to death
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| But if that nigga got a badge on his chest, case closed
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| Way before that nigga left
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| And the cops supposed to watch over the kids
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| Instead they wanna put us all in jail
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| And when we grown, turn the gun around on us
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| In them the people we supposed to trust
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| Ignorance is bliss, we live, fuck the truth
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| I just find someone to lust
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| (Shit)
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| And to the women gettin' dollars in the club
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| God gotcha, getcha papers, stack it up
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| But shit, it’s kinda crazy young girls turning stripper
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| Cause the last nigga stripped her of her love (she with)
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| Every rapper, basketball playin' actor
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| Wouldn’t surprise me if she showed up with puff
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| And even that nigga would probably say damn
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| Cause her to-do list was long as fuck
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| I know you thinkin' that I ain’t intelligent
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| But I just played the world to make me bucks
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| And my sister seventeen years old and she already pregnant man fuck
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| Remember momma used to have her head down
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| Tryna get the bills paid for us
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| (Shit) now momma still got her head down
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| And the bills paid up for twelve months
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| She look at me everytime I’m bout to leave
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| Like I’m a take away a little part of her
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| But she can look at me anytime that she in need
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| Cause she know I got that part of me from her
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| You say my name, auto-tune, all that trey shit
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| To try to bring me down that’s wassup
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| Something to prove, And somebody got to lose
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| Came from nothing, Anything is coming up
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| Yeah
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| Uhh
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| Vent
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| It’s just a couple things
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| That’s going on in my mind
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| Know what I’m sayin'
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| Let me vent one time
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| Already |