| It never shines in the ghetto
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| It always rains in the hood
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| Nigga if you came from the hood
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| Then you probably gon' stay in the hood
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| Niggas get killed every single day in the hood
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| It never shines in the ghetto
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| It always rains in the hood
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| Niggas sellin' 'cane in the hood
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| Smokin' dope, shootin' dice in the hood
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| Hopin' they don’t lose they life in the hood, yeah, yeah
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| Up top where the chances are slim
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| Baby moms, no pampers, no milk
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| I can’t cry over milk that been spilt
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| What’s behind doin' so many bills
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| Hard times, man, I’m talkin' 'bout filth
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| Low times thinkin' chalkin' and shit
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| Broke times, 'bout to rob something quick
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| I can’t shine if I’m not on my shit
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| I’m on the 9 if I’m not at the crib
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| Where niggas get high, niggas smoke cigs
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| Where niggas get by and don’t wanna give
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| Where bitches get popped and leave in a Lyft
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| Outsiders get stopped, like «Who are you with?»
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| I jumped in the mix, I climbed out the ditch
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| The dirt, the piss, the hurtful shit
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| The perc addict, I worked at it
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| I caught static and didn’t change
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| You could make it through the rain, I made it through the rain
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| It never shines in the ghetto
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| It always rains in the hood
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| Nigga if you came from the hood
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| Then you probably gon' stay in the hood
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| Niggas get killed every single day in the hood
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| It never shines in the ghetto
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| It always rains in the hood
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| Niggas sellin' 'cane in the hood
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| Smokin' dope, shootin' dice in the hood
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| Hopin' they don’t lose they life in the hood, yeah, yeah
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| Had a buck penny pinchin'
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| Moved that stuff, got evicted
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| Grab a cup, drink from the spigot
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| I ate crumbs, I was dependent
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| I just dumped so now I’m itchin'
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| Ain’t each lunch, I’m on a 15
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| What you want trey-oh's or 15's?
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| What you want minor or big leagues?
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| Fuck the script, bitch peel a 16
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| Fuck the script, I’m on the big screen
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| Takin' pills was so addicting
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| In the field that shit was risky
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| It was night time when the blitzed me
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| Skimpy dimes what I was pinchin'
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| Then my shot was about to kick in
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| Then my block is always with me
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| And the cops was always spinnin'
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| And the time just keep on tickin'
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| Holdin' on, but feel I’m slippin'
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| Gave a fuck, but all that ended
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| I just tuck cause they gon' frisk us
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| 'Lot of fuck bitches that dissed me
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| Niggas scammin' tryna trick me
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| Niggas jam you put you 6 feet
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| Bunch of candles, cryin', sniffin'
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| I was rammin', so defensive
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| Had to man up, handle business
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| I was damaged, I was livid
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| You could make it through the rain, I made it through the rain
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| It never shines in the ghetto
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| It always rains in the hood
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| Nigga if you came from the hood
|
| Then you probably gon' stay in the hood
|
| Niggas get killed every single day in the hood
|
| It never shines in the ghetto
|
| It always rains in the hood
|
| Niggas sellin' 'cane in the hood
|
| Smokin' dope, shootin' dice in the hood
|
| Hopin' they don’t lose they life in the hood, yeah, yeah
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| It never shines in the ghetto
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| It always rains in the hood
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| Nigga if you came from the hood
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| Then you probably gon' stay in the hood
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| Niggas get killed every single day in the hood
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| It never shines in the ghetto |