| Broward County, 954, we here, I kicked the door down
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| 'Nolia boy shit, 1800 block, ugly corner, tied, gleeful
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| I was hopin' that you'd ride for me the way I rode for you
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| I wish my boy was here to see the man that I grew into
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| And I know if I'm feelin' like this, it gotta be mutual
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| But it ain't they business tellin' them the shit we surfaced through
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| Yeah, I won't never tell the world the shit I did for you
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| Even though you lied on me, that's cool, as long as you know the truth
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| I don't even feel the love be real no more, so I keep my distance
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| Remember I ran me up my millions, you was in your feelings
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| Even that time you shake my hand and you don't even grip it
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| But if I put that shit on blast, they gon' say I'm trippin'
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| I'ma just follow my intuition and I'ma keep on livin'
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| I wonder sometimes if you wishin', shit could've been different
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| Right now I'm cheffin', it's too late, I'm doin' my thing right now
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| I ain't lookin' down on you just chillin', I'm on the plane right now
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| I know you miss me, but don't worry, I'll never forget you
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| Even though you switched on me and it hurt me, I can't hold that 'gainst you
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| Takin' everything in me and it's burnin' for me to forgive you
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| You still my whoadie, still my dirty, but I ain't fuckin' wit' you
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| To create my future, I had to revisit my past, revisit my pain
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| But I won't never let you back in, we can't rekindle that flame
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| When he got stuck on and you blamed me 'cause you know I did it
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| Couldn't call on you when it was raining and it killed my spirit
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| All the shit you said, you tried to shame me, tried to kill my image
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| Even though you know me since a baby, and you know I'm with it
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| You know I'm serious, steppin' on niggas like I ain't even got no feelings
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| I'm in my cell right now, I'm wishin' shit could've been different
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| I ain't droppin' no names no more but nigga, I hope you hear it
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| Can't take nothin' back, it went like that, so nigga that's what it is
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| Everywhere I went, I took you with me, every show I did
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| Ain't say your name in all my songs no more, can't waste my lyrics
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| I said I was comin' home, they said, "No you isn't"
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| I'm a real nigga, so I'm dyin' how I'm livin'
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| I remember throwin' rocks, now we goin' to prison
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| When I got my first Glock, kept that thing with me
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| You was with me on the block, thuggin' real silly
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| Jumped in the game, then I popped, then you went to switchin'
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| I tried to give you niggas shots, but you niggas missin'
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| Soon as Lil Yella got knocked, niggas went to snitchin'
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| I done been through a lot, shit you never didn't
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| I had to pop a nigga top to make that boy feel me
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| Crackers had me in the box, thuggin' every minute
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| Young nigga, see about me, I'ma show you different
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| All my life, throwin' rocks at the penitentiary
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| But now my watch got rocks, no more drug dealin'
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| And now my top gon' drop, I'm in a new Bentley
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| Heard foolie got shot, I wonder who did it
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| You my dirty, you and me, we made it from the mud
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| I been wishin' shit could've been how it was
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| 'Bout you, I swear to God I would've took a slug
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| Down to kill a nigga 'bout you, and it's all love
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| This shit ain't about a stripe, this just what I'm used to
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| I'm down to throw away my life, throw away my future
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| 'Bout street principality, no flag
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| Man, that soldier-like mentality automatic
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| I'm jumpin' out the pink-G truck with the ratchet
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| Z's up 'til I freeze up, lil' daddy (Glee)
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| Z's up 'til I freeze up, lil' daddy (Gleeful)
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| Z's up 'til I freeze up, lil' daddy
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| Gleefully, that's how you present that shit the right way
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| You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, Broward County, 954
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| You know, we don't represent, we don't re-present
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| We present it once and that's what it is, that's how you step
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| Can't take nothin' back, went like that, so that's what it is
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| I wish it could've been different, though
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| 1800, SG-13, the dumb way, the long way
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| Sniper Gang or no gang |