| When you chillin' that’s when they play with you the most
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| But they don’t know you really ten times worst
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| Keep yo' niggas out they feeling’s when they’re joce
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| You can’t have yo' nigga in prison feeling hurt
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| When you chillin' that’s when they play with you the most
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| But they don’t know you really ten times worst
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| Keep yo' niggas out they feeling’s when they’re joce
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| You can’t have yo' nigga in prison feeling hurt
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| Put the pen to paper for you every time like a verse
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| Outta everybody you call, you know I’m pulling up first
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| Hittin' licks outta town just to triple up the worth
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| I always stood my ground and put it down on the turf
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| Long nights on the block selling rocks I rehearsed
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| Got a cutlass dropped the top just so I can have a vert
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| Every year around this time we’d be all on the curb
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| Cold as fuck outside long john under our shirt
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| Break bread with the family, you felt you had to be first
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| Everybody happy you want to be happier
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| You know what’s coming next, spent your block in a hearse
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| Been put in front of the x, like that fire I immerse
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| Just sent pictures to Flippa, that’s my nigga we can’t forget him
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| Nobody check for Cool but I still tell him that we miss him
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| I’m still chasing the dream that we had when we were children
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| Lil nigga serving fiends, got the studio in the kitchen
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| I was just in elementary my momma start bitchin'
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| Cause everybody told her I was heading to penitentiary
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| Im outside with guns, real young in the club around drugs
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| Coming home smelling like I was just fishing
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| All my big cousins used to always come and get me
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| I was looking up to them and they the ones who wanna be with me
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| You moved to the hood and fell in love with the trenches
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| Saw the love that I had and ever since you wanna steal it
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| Everything that we did, you was always in competition
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| But I included you in every move, was never stingy
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| With my plays, always made a way for you to be in position
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| First chance you had you got a bag, you turned yo back and dissed me
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| When you chillin' that’s when they play with you the most
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| But they don’t know you really ten times worst
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| Keep yo' niggas out they feeling’s when they’re joce
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| You can’t have yo' nigga in prison feeling hurt
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| When you chillin' that’s when they play with you the most
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| But they don’t know you really ten times worst
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| Keep yo' niggas out they feeling’s when they’re joce
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| You can’t have yo' nigga in prison feeling hurt
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| I love you but my heart telling me to hate you
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| You wanted me to be in jail tryna chase you
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| It ain’t 'bout what you do, it’s how you did it
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| You can’t have you dawg in prison in his feelings
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| Switching numbers on me like you don’t want me with it
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| And we talked about everything but the business
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| I ain’t get a sentence from you since my sentence
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| But on the streets, everybody thinking you the realest
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| Cause you screaming free me and SG on ya pendant
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| Even though I ain’t need it, you could’ve sent ya dawg a penny
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| Got bro nem sending pictures of you like nigga why you ain’t send it
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| Of course that shit impressive but right now it don’t impress me
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| Yeah that shit look cool but it’s some shit we ain’t addressing
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| You know you owe me money, I don’t want no pictures of you flexing
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| When it was my time to ride, I held it down, you ain’t gotta question it
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| I told you if I’m yo' nigga why the hell you got me in here guessing
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| On top of that I’m stressing, police jumping on me
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| You supposed to send words of encouragement to yo' homie
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| You know if it weren’t for me nigga, yo' lil' bitch ass would’ve been homeless
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| You made sure you paid them cracka’s, I guess it’s different when you owe me
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| Fuck the check it’s 'bout respect, it’s 'bout the principle, the loyalty
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| It ain’t never 'bout no money, I threw a hundred in the ocean
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| I ain’t even gotta go on and say everything I did cause you was there
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| Every, you know what I’m sayin, you was there
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| You was there as in everything I did for you, you remember
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| You could, you could feel like you and somebody cliqued tight but,
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| you know along the way everybody grow up and have kids of they’re own and go
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| through different shit
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| You know things change, people change, feelings change
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| You might be away for some time and yo' dawg out here
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| And by time you jump out, yo' dawg go in
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| You know years go by to where you be like ya’ll done spent all this time away
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| from each other to the point y’all don’t really know each other
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| You can’t even say y’all know each other like that
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| We just know we was dawgs but its like you know
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| Over awhile you got to get to know me all over again
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| I’m agreeing with different shit, you agreeing with different shit
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| Sometimes people’s perspective change
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| I see you, I’ma smack the shit out you, jit
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| Fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
| Smack yo' bitch ass
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| Yo' mama know (On gang) |