| Man these streets keep on calling me
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| Will I ever make it out of here alive
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| I dont know
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| I don’t know
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| I don’t know
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| Man these streets keeping all of me
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| Will I ever make it out of here
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| I dont know
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| I don’t know
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| I don’t know
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| Dreams of making it out this motherfucker breathing
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| Got to thank the Lord that I got a voice
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| Biggest fear is being forty on the corner
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| Stuck in this motherfucker without a choice
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| I bust my ass for my kids they think the world of me
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| Everything I do got to do it with urgency
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| TNT still hop out of the burgundy
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| Caught my man for a homi- got twenty five to eternity
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| Coke price too high it’s like burglary
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| Niggas can’t get the connect so they fuck with checks
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| Make it, cash it, find a few broads
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| Gave him 2K got a 4K gift card
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| The pot flow I just can’t let go of
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| Hard to stay out the dirt when you hand to hand with growers
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| Even if I’m not physically attached in
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| The mentality keep me trapped in
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| Word
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| God forgive me wash away my sins
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| Ask everyday but I’ma do it again
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| Got my hands on some work ain’t been the same ever since
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| Harlem till the death of me it’s all in my limp
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| I’m not a fool my nigga might be too cool
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| But I’m a cool ass nigga
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| Rolled many L’s but I’m a true winner
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| Nothing you could do with em
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| Got em' tight faced Bruce Jenner
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| You can’t box me out the paint
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| If that’s what you think that’s what it ain’t
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| Bout to break the bank, blowing on dank
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| Purple in my cup, foamposites pink
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| My venomous thoughts gone get me up in that Porsche
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| Before you blink, I be getting chicken like I’m
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| Signed to the Brinks
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| I always got the link
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| I keep a backup on the wing
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| I blew cheese no celery
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| Men got to do men things for men’s salary |